on the recommendation of Nic's mom, we stopped by this adorable little restaurant in the middle of nowhere, the name of which escapes me. Known for their beans. No running water. Outhouses around back. We knew when we arrived and saw more vehicles at this place than we'd seen on the highway all morning, something major was up. Turned out to be the annual dance for anyone over age 65 in 150 miles. Or so. They were having a blast and were really fun to watch. I swear, unplanned moments like being in the presence of thirty dancing senior citizens, are the very best.