Since there wasn't much to see in Izoro (at least, not from where I was; I didn't drive around the roads there) I decided it was high time to head back home. Maybe get some lunch. I meandered down FM 1690 (or is it RM?) and zoomed past a sign pointing to Adamsville. I remembered that there's a building in Adamsville with a plaque stuck on it, sighed in resignation, did a quick turn around, and headed up FM 581. Then I cheered up a bit because I wouldn't have to try and convince the navicomp lady that there is, indeed, an Adamsville.
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| It's right there |
It didn't take long to get there and when I got to the intersection I had to stop. There was a stop sign. But I would have stopped anyway because it wasn't what I was expecting. In front of me were a few buildings, three old pick-up trucks, and a lot of antique knick-knacks belonging to the Down Unda Trading Post. I then realized that there was actually another car behind me so I drove across the street and parked.
The first thing I did was to walk past all the antiques and find the building that had the plaque in front of it.
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| Twice monthly fiddling jam sessions |
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| Bluegrass Played Here |
Then I went to see about the Down Unda Trading Post. The signs outside promised genuine Australian meat pies and, by God, I was going to have one. I opened the door and was greeted by a very Australian sounding 'hello' and that's always a good sign.
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| Down Unda Trading Post |
The meat pies were excellent and I'm very glad I stopped in to have lunch. The inside has more knick-knacks and antiques. And a giant Terminator statue. And the walls are covered with writing from other visitors that have stopped. The proprietor is very nice and welcoming, as is her partner who, I believe, also fixes up the vehicles.
If you ever happen to be going up US 281, stop and have a go at one of those pies.
Slightly more photos
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