My wife likes to knit, so we drove out to a yarn store north
of Columbia this afternoon. When  we started to get close it
became apparent that the store wasn't going to be a store in
the normal, expected sense; that  is to say, it wasn't going
to be in a strip mall  or some other commercial location. As
the google lady's voice announced that we had arrived at our
destination, we were rambling down a gravel road with a farm
field on the left and a single-wide house on the right.

We called, just  to be safe. Turns out there  was a building
behind the single-wide,  which was the yarn store.  I sat in
the car while  my wife looked at yarn. The  view wasn't bad;
the store was called "Hillcreek  Yarn," and there was indeed
a hill and  a creek. There was also a  forest, but hillcreek
forest yarn might have been too much.