One of the joys of a road trip is stumbling across all sorts of interesting signs and other oddments along the way. Melissa and I have a particular weakness for old-school neon. Here are a few of our favorites.
The anonymous penguin drive-in.
Two views of the trÃ©s sophistiquÃ© Egyptian Theatre.
I think I took a few years off Melissa’s life when I swerved to the side of the road to get these shots.
Henny-Penny’s worst nightmare.
What makes crabs crabby.
So here’s the contest: the first person to leave a comment naming the correct location for each of these signs gets a hand-knit dishcloth with a surprise knitting goodie thrown in. That’s four signs, four dishcloths, four chances to win.
In addition to the above signs we also spotted Frankenlincoln in Ashland.
Yep, his head was stolen, then replaced.
Sadly, it was not Tuesday when we passed through Medford, Oregon.
I will still be haunted by the imagined pleasures of Ladies’ Day at Penzoil when I’m on my deathbed.
Still life with dishcloth and cone.
We left Portland early in the morning, drove west, and had breakfast at the Pig ‘n Pancake in Seaside. We were hungry by then, but we’d have stopped even if we weren’t.
We did not buy one of these plush pigs, but we did purchase a wooden pig (with pancakes) to hang on our Christmas tree next year.
Some of you may remember back in the day, when Sambo’s got with the program and reinvented itself as “A Taste of Baker’s Square.” Apparently there was a hold out.
We were relieved not to see any Sambo depictions, but we did find the tigers rather jaunty.
We’ve been careful not to show this picture to Damian or we’ll never hear the end of how he needs pants and why do we insist on denying him.
Sparky would be so chuffed if he had a parasol like this one.
And if you think some of these images are wild, just wait until you see what’s in store for tomorrow.