Midnight train to Georgia

Well, in reality it was the 08.22 car to Georgia. 

Our first stop was a town called Tifton in GA. The reason for this?  It has a peanut museum. Now, when Tim originally mooted this idea, I was unenthusiastic (=mocking). But since, on a visit to the dreaded Walmart, he introduced me to Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, I am a changed woman. Suddenly peanuts are much more interesting, and there is a danger that said cups could become addictive. So a peanut museum took on a new meaning, and I was looking forward to the visit (almost) as much as Tim was. 

The journey was fine, one interstate looking very much like another, and the landscape looking exactly the same - flat. 

Crossing the state border gave us a bit of excitement. And we stopped for lunch. 

As we neared Tifton, we were getting quite excited (after nearly four hours' driving, who could blame us?) And suddenly there it was. An old barn.  A field of cotton.  A museum dedicated to peanuts.

It was closed.