|A more than 1,100 mile journey that takes 18 and a half hours... one way.|
We were planning to go there and back in five days. My parents, for the record, are just as crazy as I am. Which is why, when I proposed we stop at several cheesy roadside attractions along the way, they were down. I love them.
Again, I got all of my ideas from Roadside America, which I first told you about when Frank and I drove to New Orleans. I wanted to see at least one crazy attraction per state when drove through.
First stop, about four hours into the trip, a giant 7-UP can in Jacksonville, Florida.
We drove into Georgia and decided to stop for lunch. CONVENIENTLY, we stopped in South Newport, which is also home to the Smallest Church in America.
|Not sure if you actually want to stop at the McDonalds.|
It only has a "B" rating, which personally, I don't feel
is a high enough grade for my food.
Many places claim the diminutive title of smallest church, but I don’t know, this place was pretty small.
|There were six chairs inside. Hopefully no one |
passes gas during the service because that could
get pretty ugly.
The sign was one of my favorite parts.
|It says deeded to Jesus Christ. I wonder if he has to pay taxes.|
Onward to Ridgeway, South Carolina, where I’m not sure how much protection the law is providing at the Smallest Police Station.
Apparently, this police station was too small, so in 1990, the town built another one right next door.
My parents and I, always up for a good time, decided to act out some scenes in front of the cop car. Not sure if the actual cop was on lunch break or what.
|In the photo on the left, my dad is pretending to break into a police car; on the right, I'm "arresting" my mom against the|
back of the car. Amazing that we were so amused by this.
Ridgeway doesn’t tout the smallest library, but I’m pretty sure they hold that landmark too.
To get to this town of very small things, get off I-77 at Exit 34 and head east on S.R. 34. Look for signs that say "downtown," at first we missed it. And don't laugh at the "downtown," it too is quite small.
Once on the road again, we stopped in the darling town of Wytheville, Virginia for the night. Mainly because I wanted to see a water tower that looked like a hot air balloon.
Except, we weren't ever supposed to be in Tennessee. Our 150-mile detour brought our quest for the craziest spectacles on our journey to an end. But, at least we had some good stories to tell.