I'm not going to lie, I wasn't fond of the loose-meat sandwiches. But, after trying my husband's with the mustard and onion still intact, I had to admit that they were kind of good. If anything, the atmosphere was totally worth the visit. The bubble-gum covered walls were one of the neatest things I'd ever seen and Dusty could still point out his 'D' on the back of the building. Unfortunately I didn't have any gum of my own, I'll have to make Jeremy take me back so I can add my own to the collection.
When our bellies were full and we had all concluded that we had ate way to much, we all agreed that it was far to early to go home on a Friday. So...we headed towards the Indiana state line. We drove for miles with no sense of direction (Okay, I was driving and although the guys had some sort of idea to where we were, I had no clue). Eventually Dusty decided that he would pull out his GPS and figure out where we were and head in a direction towards home. But when he pulled out his GPS and it kept announcing that 'Hoosier Hill' was only a few miles away, we decided that we had to see what the fuss was about.
So we headed towards Hoosier Hill. We had no trouble finding the roads and even the sign that said "Hoosier Hill Highpoint" with a huge arrow that pointed the way. Finding Hoosier Hill was however, not as easy. We drove by it twice...TWICE...without ever noticing that there could be anything that even resembled a hill there. We finally decided to pull off the side of the road into a small path next to a cornfeild and explore a bit. We would have never guessed that we'd just pulled into Hoosier Hill!! The hill was less than exciting, the sign clearly stated however, that we'd just reached the tip-top of Indiana. I wasn't convinced, when I got home I looked it up and found all the information I needed to confirm in Mountain-Climbing websites.
Welcome to Hoosier Hill! Haha. So we laughed. We parked the car on the wrong side of the road so that the headlights would brighten the sign so we could take pictures with it. We laughed some more. We drove home and on the way, we talked about what a great time we'd had...scaling mountains but honestly, doing nothing. Jeremy and I are still feeling 'lighter' from that day. We needed the pointless fun with a friend. We need to explore, do nothing and just act silly. It was a welcomed 'sigh' from the daily grind.
I won't mention the children's tea-house that we explored later that night, or the many lakes and ponds that the boys were sure I was going to drive the car into. Dusty is talking about moving back. I really hope he does. I think we could all have a lot more fun, silly times together.