But rest assured, it won’t be the end of the Yoders’ travels. “I don’t like to call it the last one,” said Ray, “because I think we’ll continue to go to some more.”
I envy old people. Not actually, but it’s fun to pretend. They’re so simple, “everybody has a hobby and this is what we chose to do.” Say no more Ray. Whatever makes you happy. If you and Wilma want to visit every country themed restaurant in the nation who am I to judge? It’s quite an accomplishment; forty years, five million dollars, and six hundred and forty four locations. At the very least Cracker Barrel owes them free meals the rest of their lives. They’ve consumed dump trucks full of and biscuits and gravy. Cigarettes would’ve been a healthier choice. At this point their bodies are essentially salt and gravy.
The fact that they’re still on the road is impressive. #Goals if you will. No cell phones (I’m assuming), no computers just the road, your baby and a map of the Cracker Barrel’s in the vicinity. Ray and Wilma don’t just eat at Cracker Barrel they are Cracker Barell. I’m getting a little misty just thinking about it. Relax, Pat. This isn’t the last time you’ll hear from them. Ray said it himself, “I don’t like to call it the last one.”