Time for gas. Next exit, Drummond.
I am partial to small Montana towns. Any chance I get to veer off the interstate and head down Main Street I take advantage of.
Look at what I found!
It used to be the post office, hence the safe. I bought a packet of needles, because I have a quilt in the back seat that needs its binding hemmed. I don’t think I have a prayer of getting that little job done, but I’m often delusional (but you already knew that).
Hungry for a mid-morning snack?