My cell phone reception wasn’t great since we were on a remote campground in Maine, so I walked over to the booth by the entrance gate and asked the person on duty, “Is there a convenience store nearby?” He proceeded to tell me, “Yeah. Exit here, make a left and follow the road around the bend a mile or so and it’ll be on your right.” I did that. In the sweltering heat, I decided to take what felt like a several-mile walk on a road with no sidewalk on my quest for a bottle of Yoo-hoo. Eventually, after sweating profusely and wondering what I got myself into, I came upon the convenience store. I walked inside, located the cold drinks refrigerator, searched for the unmistakable bright yellow bottle and found it. I grabbed a Yoo-hoo and a snack, S’Mores Pop-Tarts, and headed for the cash register.
After paying for the Yoo-hoo and Pop-Tarts, I noticed that there was a counter to sit and eat so I did so. I sat down next to a large bearded man wearing overalls. While I ate my Pop-Tarts and washed them down with Yoo-hoo, he and I spoke about crabbing in Maine, an area in which I have zero expertise. Like everyone I’ve met in Maine, he was friendly and had a charming accent. Upon the completion of my sugary meal, I bid him adieu and was on my way. As the door closed behind me and my sneakers hit the hot pavement below me, I thought to myself, “What if they didn’t have Yoo-hoo?” This, along with the fact, that I walked potentially more than I would have had I gone on the hike with my family made everyone laugh when I shared this story with them upon their return. What would you do for a Klondike bar? In my case, it’s what would I do for a Yoo-hoo?! Apparently, a lot.