Saturday it rained. I needed some excitement. Time for a second round of some coin flippin' road trippin'...
I found I had misplaced my trusty Canadian coin, but lo - a US quarter from the state of Wyoming would fit the bill perfectly in its stead.
We set off with a toss limit* of 32 and some general rules about directions, and were immediately plunged into full-on rurality by this dastardly little coin. It is very hard even to toss double figures when you're on a narrow country lane with no turn-offs** for (country) miles. By toss 13, and having already been led into 2 dead ends, I had had enough of Wyoming's tricks and just wanted some lunch!
All the best rules are made to be broken. I could see that this coin was going to lead us, literally, up the garden path, so we decided to stop it in its tracks and head for the nearest place serving food in the vicinity.
As luck would (sometimes) have it, we stumbled into an exceedingly local food festival being held in a village hall! Anyone for a sample of smoked sausage?
*phnar
**turns-off?
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