My favourite part of road trips is the weird stuff you find in between your destinations. For example. This. Bedrock. In the middle of the Arizona wilderness. Or, as we began to call it: Yabba Dabba YIKES. How is this a thing? Was it wildly popular in the 80's and fell into decline? Were the owners Flintstones fanatics? Did they jump on the craze and thought a replica of a cartoon town in the middle of nowhere would be a booming business? Why were all the foods in the gift shop expired? Are they literally sick of the fuckin' Flintstones at this point? Is Hanna-Barbera down with all this? SO MANY
SO MANY QUESTIONS.
Instead of asking the lady lurking behind the counter (who moodily slammed the "museum" door shut when we tried to peek through without paying admission), we side-eyed the taxidermied nightmares on the shelves and blasted outta there, not before snapping as evidence (in case we went missing) the weird kidnap van that was parked right outside, horror-film style. Yeeps!