You read that right- it's what the sign said on the way to our last little va-cay. Big blue hand-lettered sign on the right hand side of the road:
Sweet Cron
I thought perhaps it might be just an innocent mistake. Maybe the farmer let the kids paint it, or maybe the hired hands were playing a joke on the farmer. Nope. Seconds later another sign on the left side of the road in the midst of the corn fields- same blue background:
sweet cron
Well now it was just silly. Farmer probably got a big kick out of folks stopping and correcting his spelling. I can picture him smiling and drawling, "Waaaal, it got you in here, didn't it?"
Just a few feet past that, another matching sign, this one more emphatic:
SWEET CRON!
The weird thing is, that last sign was past the turn off. Someone would have to really have a hankering for that sweet cron in order to turn around and go back for a bag.
We apparently weren't that hungry, or that curious. We continued south through the haze of two or three wildfires in southern Oregon, intent on getting to our destination...
