THEY AIN'T NO DURRY QUEENS IN THE WILDERNESS

Yesterday Joyce and I took a day off from our busy schedules (why are you laughing?) and went for a long drive up past the Cass area and into Virginia. We also took along the GC'ing gear in hopes of "bagging a few" while out riding around. Little did we know that we were about to descend into what can only be described as a cultural wilderness.

We had driven up through Durbin (lunch at a local diner was surprising good) and then continued across Rt U.S.250 into Virginia, bagging caches as they appeared along our route.

Later, as we made our way towards home, it came to be time for the now customary ice cream stop-and not a Dairy (pronounced Durry--don't ask) Queen to be found. In fact, as we mentally reviewed our travels up to that point, we realized that we were in what can only be described as a Durry Queen wasteland. Not one had we seen all day!!

Then, rescue in Churchville VA!! Not a Dairy Queen, but a useable substitute. Thank goodness for the Tastee Freez. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.

5 for 5 on the day and no DNF's.

By the way, if you are reading this you may be called upon to post bail at some point in the future. We tend to run the back roads at what can only be described as criminally high speeds.