I live in Indiana. This shouldn't be news to me since I've lived here my entire life. But sometimes I forget this fact and think that every state in the United States is basically like mine. However, it became very apparent to me when the fam and I were driving to the beach last week that my drive to an Indiana beach doesn't contain the same scenery as the drive to beaches in other, more exotic states.
When gazing out the window of my Honda on the way to the beach, I did not see palm trees. Or surf shacks. Or Hawaiian shave ice huts. Or waves crashing. Or scantily clad muscle bound young men doing weird things with coconuts.
Instead, I saw this:
Don't see it? Let's get a closer look.
Yeah, that's right. It's a pig. Piglet, really. To be perfectly honest, it was a truckload of piglets.
Rolling down the interstate at 70 mph.
Totally diggin' life.
I know what you're thinking and no. The piggies did not go "wee wee wee" all the way home. Okay, okay … they might have. I don't really know. I couldn't hear them. My window was up because I was, you know, following a pig truck (think stink, people) so they could have been wee wee wee-ing all over I65 and I wouldn't have heard it.
Fun fact: Pigs can sunburn. Just wait. This will come up on Jeopardy! one day.
Pigs. It's what separates Hoosier beaches from all the rest.
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This photo made my day! Can I capture it for my phone background? I shall have to work on that.
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