Six

A stop at a random store right on the Arkansas/Missouri border yielded these photos:



It was the rare gas station/liquor store combo. They had aisle after aisle of . . . you guessed it . . .


Jugs of liquor!

We also left the place with a great but sadly unbloggable public restroom story involving funny noises and English accents.

Here is a photo of Stella inside The Jug Store:



She fit in well with the patrons of The Jug Store as you can see in the other pink hat that made an appearance:



Her shoes are not pictured, but like Stella, they match her hat perfectly.

I love road trips.