The rural landscape around my city is one dotted with a curious collection of tourist traps. Dozens of small towns, places barely big enough to keep a gas station solvent, have erected a piece of art claiming to be “the world’s biggest…” I suppose it was a clever marketing ploy of the local town leadership back thirty or forty years ago. People will flock from the highway to pose beneath this abstract monument to unverifiable grandeur.
We did. We drove into this place and posed beneath a trio of giant metal mushrooms claiming to be the world’s biggest.
And we met a family who had been spending the day driving from town to town looking for other curiosities.
So, I suppose it does work then?