Fredonia--> Lamar, MO
Lamar touts itself as the birthplace of Harry Truman and while I'm sure they get tourists interested in that historical connection, we found the Walmart to be a more compelling reason to appreciate Lamar. After a long day of riding in the heat, we bookended our evening with visits to that most American of stores. First, we got our ritual chocolate milk (supposedly it's a good recovery drink--regardless, it's delicious) along with fruit. We scooted to the nearby Blue Top Inn, which gave us a discounted rate on a room (and they had a pool, which is always really nice). The motel was interesting because several doors bore titles on them. I suppose folks (maybe truckers) visited so frequently that they earned this distinct honor. I wish there was a reward or honor for staying in motels the most consecutive nights so we could prove our Road Warrior status, but we clean up pretty nice so it's hard to tell. Looking more ragged should be our new team goal.
The second trip to Walmart revolved around assembling another epic salad. I defer to Melina's and Sean's proficiency in that arena, so it generally gives me a good time to wander around grocery stores looking at shiny objects. They're kind enough to let me eat the salad later in the evening, too.
Foodies at Walmart; Jumbo Shrimp,
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