He gets all the credit for our side trip to South Dakota’s unique Corn Palace, as well as the infamous and equally tacky Wall Drug tourist trap in South Dakota’s Badlands. Nothing predictable like Mount Rushmore for satisfying Jimmy’s appetite for adventure. Mount Rushmore was my idea.
Yes, there’s the occasional visit to the John Deere Tractor showroom that comes with the territory (one day I might just blog about that trip when I’ve had one too many glasses of wine); and we rarely pass up anything even remotely related to trains. Of course, I have my cupcakes. Gotta have my cupcakes. Somehow, it all works for us.
Combine Jimmy’s sense of adventure with my love of cupcakes, and photography, (yes, I admit my loves may occasionally border on obsessive compulsive), and it’s a sure bet Jimmy will brake for the bizarre.
Clever, those people at the Rain Barrel Artist Village in Islamorada, Florida. Their roadside kitsch along US 1 was so over the top (mile marker 87, but mums the word), we couldn’t pass
it up the second time around.
You want to kick yourself for falling for such blatant advertising even as you pose for that cheesy touristy picture to commemorate the moment before posting said moment on Facebook in all its goofy glory. And then there’s the blog option that goes way beyond family and friends to complete strangers around the world gawking at your goofiness, your vulnerability. Now you know why I like to be the one behind the camera. But I digress.
Her name is Betsey, by the way. I like that the lobster has a name; like Ed the Talking Horse or Elsie the Cow. It was so much easier to get past our vulnerability once we were on a first name basis.
Betsey has been busy attracting tourists and their dollars for the better part of thirty years. Sure, there’s the predictable imported souvenir type stuff she waves in your face that says “made in Taiwan” on the back;
Ten resident artists provide the bulk of the unique jewelry, pottery, paintings and crafts on display,
I settled on a small tray (all my budget would allow), the swirl of colors providing a magnificent backdrop for the bursts of fine crystals highlighting the base. It would be a beautiful home for my rings at the end of the day.
Things aren’t always what they seem, lobster or no lobster. Some people see old(er) when they look at Jimmy and me and rush to judgment; rush to dismiss, discount, disregard.
I see a wonderful man, a loving father, a good soul. I see someone who makes me laugh, someone I can count on to deliver adventure day in and day out; sometimes in places I’d least expect.
I couldn't ask for much more; well, maybe a necklace of semi-precious stones.