As we drove out of the village, we spotted the townspeople, all out having some sort of picnic together. For certain, this little logging town doesn't see many folks, especially a van full of blonde kids. I waved, then they waved. Then they yelled out for us to join them. It touched me immensely. And were we not creeping along on a rocky road without a spare tire and with a van that was beginning to sound like it needed a day in the shop to recover, I might have taken them up on it. Their hospitality continually amazes me.
The scenery is beautiful in its own way, up on Light Mountain. Can you see the search-and-rescue tents across from us?