On the way to Grandma’s on Sunday, we spotted this coyote on the road. Too smart to stick around, it ran into the field when we drove up.

It’s about a 20-minute drive to my home town from here.

The village itself has a curved gravel road that crosses the railroad tracks as it leads off the highway at one end, and a short, straight road you can use when you enter at the other highway end.

There used to be three or four grain elevators, but the sad truth is that grain elevators are an endangered part of the prairie landscape, just as the small towns are since the elevators have begun closing up and getting torn down.

On the corner across from the elevator is the bar. How it gets enough business to stay open, I don’t know. I think it’s up for sale, and that doesn’t surprise me. I worked in that bar for a few weeks when I rented a house in town, before I got pregnant with Don. I hated it. I have no patience for drunk people. They bore the hell out of me, and irritate it back in.

Coming soon ... the main drag, the old school, and Grandpa J’s house.

xoxo
(etc)
Kate