Bridgewater (one of the towns near me) had a drive-in movie theatre.
It was closed, of course, and up for sale in 2001, but it hadn't been knocked down for a factory or cut into a thousand house-lots that I could find out, so
maybe....maybe I could find it?
I love drive-ins. I grew up going to them, snug in the back of my parents car, a sleeping bag tossed over our legs, squabbling about pop-corn and laughing at the talking candy-bar concession stand ad from the fifties they played before every show.
I would love to own a drive-in theatre. And I think it's a family-friendly idea from the past whose time has circled back around.
Bear was nonplussed. 'You want to drive around and look for what?'
I forget sometimes that B doesn't know every rock, every tree and every hill in the five county area. His job means he's intimately aware of so much of the surrounding countryside - there have been very few times I've stumped him.
We drove and drove and drove and finally conceded defeat. R was getting a little whoopsie (she gets carsick, something we figured out three days before we left for our marathon-driving vacation, more fun for us) so we pulled over to the side of the road to let her walk it out and discovered.....
an old sawmill.
Grey and weathered boards were all over the place, with giant fallen sentinels here and there.
Far back in the corner, there was evidence
that someone was still using the machines.
Fresh piles of sawdust and clean sweet new boards lay, waiting to be used.
We never did find the old drive-in.
But walking around the milled wood and the overgrowth interested us all enough so that the long ride back in the gathering dusk was contented and quiet.
Next trip we'll get directions. Sometimes, though, poking around is just as fun.