There's pie on the mountain.

Bud and I are constantly in search of a good pizza joint. Were not talking about your typical pizza chain (I'm pointing at you, Pizza Hut). Instead, were talking about the kind of place where you can taste the fresh ingredients and feel right at home because of the inviting atmosphere. This is why we made the 45 minute drive to Lansing, home of Pie on the Mountain. You'll note that I didn't order a pizza (I'm still kicking myself). I think that my body was subconsciously telling me that it needed something healthy. This only means that we'll have to come back.

The town seemed deserted. Once again, we could walk down the middle of the road without worrying about getting hit by a car. The restaurant, on the other hand, was filled with customers. I noted that every single family that walked through the door immediately said hello to another family sitting down. The whole time, I was thinking "I could raise a family in a town like this". A town with a main street. One where everybody knows everybody. Okay, I might have to find one a little closer to civilization, but I sure do love little mountain towns!