In this part of the country, we are happy to find a place to buy food and snacks. Very often, those places are local convenience stores.
One never knows exactly what one will find inside. Sometimes the proprietor is cheerful, chatty, and welcoming; sometimes something else.
This one was run by a silent, shaven headed fellow who answered questions and nothing more. (The anti-gun control sign in the window should have been a clue.)
As we were packing up outside the store, a well driller pulled up to give us unsoliticited directions. He said that lots of cross-country cyclists get "off route" around here, and he wanted to be sure we knew where our route went.
