Oh the snow.

We had long since finished the last of our scintillatingly satisfying ham & baby swiss on baguette -- "cornichon-ed and "maille-d" to perfection, and were feeling a little down on smug now that we were about to run out of gas after dark in the snows of the Kickapoo river valley, so we stopped at this farmhouse to ask if we were close to a station. 

Yep, we were, three miles in to Lafarge.

I guess I had hoped they would just offer to fill 'er up right then and there...