Is it Clean?

Yesterday our adventures took us to the Georgia Mountain Fair. Jr. and I figured it was time for a little “mommy maintenance” since he will be at summer camp next week and then at his grandparents the week after.

So we headed out real early and had a great breakfast at this little diner. Then off to the fair, we walked around and saw the old building and at one point stopped in the quilting barn, had a great conversation with two widow ladies. They were sisters and they married brothers. Wow, that does not happen too often. We spent the rest of the morning looking at crafts and such.

We walked up to the music hall and saw a few “cloggers” putting on a show. Just after lunch time we decided that since we had our apple butter, kettle popcorn and blackberry honey it was time to head toward home.

My sweet bride suggested that we take a ride over to a neighboring town, known for the authentic German styled buildings in town. As we soon found out it was not such a great idea.

Traffic was back-up about a mile out of town, it seemed as though everyone had the same idea we had that day. We soon discovered the reason, tubing, river tubing. It really is more like creek tubing, because the creek hasn’t had much water in it and you get to wade through some areas. But it is really a fun day, and for a lot of people it must have been a fun day.

As the dully appointed guardian and protector of my family it’s my job to make sure that we stay safe. I make that statement because just as sure as something come our way, such as traffic, one of our little clan has to use the bathroom, and it must be clean, or at least close.

Our first attempt was at a little “general store”, there was a line, a long line. So we decided we could wait and hopped back into the car. Having been to this little town before I decided to use the back road to avoid some traffic; it kind of worked. We were only five cars from the intersection to turn. We attempted to go to another location that I was sure had a bathroom; however, it was the one place that all the visitors were headed.

At last I had a plan; just outside of town was a winery that we had stopped at from time to time. I pointed the jeep that way and off we went. The traffic was non-existent leaving the little town so we had no trouble. We parked outside the winery and acted like it was our real reason for stopping.

Upon entering we located the bathroom sign and again, continued to act as though we were admiring the interior adornments, except Jr., he really had to go.

So our next plan is to start compiling a list of the southeast’s cleanest and family friendliest bathrooms, since we seem to check most of them. I think that book would sell!