First stop on the way back to Los Angeles, turned out to be an impromptu stop at Minnesota’s Largest Candy Store.
I don’t have any pictures of the Wonka wonderland, but it was a lot of candy. I forgot to mention, while on the first 60 miles of road, we got a huge explosive rear flat tire, that F’ed up my rear quarter and turned my metal mudflap into a crinkled piece of scrap.
Anyway, back to the Minnesota candy place. It was so crowded and in the middle Michelle Bachmann country, that it probably should’ve been called the Covid candy store, but oh well. We got our taffy and caramel apples and got the heck out of dodge.