At Least We Got That Going For Us

It’s come to my attention that not everybody can read the captions to Penny’s photos. So here’s the caption for this one: Scouting.

The snow is mostly gone, reduced to crusted patches. I crunched through them while driving Pip down to the barn this morning, my gaze focused on the town church, now fully visible for the fallen leaves. It’s red-and-yellow and there’s a big wood stove inside. No electricity or plumbing. There’s a picture of it here, where you’ll also find this delightful quote about our town:

In this scattered rural settlement buried in a mountain wilderness farmers struggle to wrest a living from agricultural pursuits under adverse conditions. A white schoolhouse, and the tan and red Methodist Church and a farmstead are all that mark the center of this farming community. The region is wild and primitive in the extreme, vast forested uplands stretching away on all sides. Many of the farmhouses are unacquainted with electric lights and other conveniences, and life here is in a crude stage. 

Life here is in a crude stage.

Well. At least we got that going for us.