Along SR 30, there was a dairy farm that had a sign for "cheese". Steps lead to a little hut in front of a barn. We could hear the "moo's" of the dairy cows, but it was too dark to take a picture of them in the stalls, but you could sure tell that they were there by the earthy smells. Reminded me of the Sisco Dairy pastures near where I grew up. Good Ole Bessy!!! No one was manning the cheese sales...total honor system. Pick your cheese chunk from the frig and put your money in the slotted can.
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