The night stretched out before us much like a cat on the newspaper you're reading at the moment. A playful but irritating sort of night. Environmental forces conspired against us that night. Nothing major. Thankfully. No flash floods or major accidents. Just little things as though we had another passenger. A sort of Trip Goblin that made sure certain gas stations would be closed, drinks would be spilled, jerky disdained, and wrong turns. Our first scheduled stop before the long, dark coma sleep of the road was the Tamarack Craft and Gift shop. The shop provides easy stopping for the huge amount of semi traffic along 77 south while also granting the "Best West Virginia has to offer." This amounts to a lot of wicker craft, false flowers, and other kitsch wares that proclaim how proud we West Virginians are to produce folksy tourists traps. We're fine with Tamarack but we certainly are not "Open For Business".
The group at large needed Starbucks.
this is great donhnall. i like, a lot. especially the tiny silvers of insight only someone who tagged along would understand. let's be friends.
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