We’re out a bit
Once on the hwy, the ‘town’, 25 mi north, is mostly a truck stop, a café, a gas station, a post office, and an unmanned train stop. Oh, and a motel….sorta.
The place gets busy during mushroom season (tent city), and the dogsled races.
25 mi south is a Native American reservation.
There’s a community center, a library, post office, two horrible cafes, two grocery stores that specialize in antique food and priced accordingly, of which one contains a liquor store, but both are well stocked with wines, beer, and tobacco.
They do have a rather nicely stocked hardware store that has bailed me out a few times.
The core of the town is a bit risky after dark, and everything…everything is closed, and shuttered.
4 mi south of that is another truck stop.
50 mi south of us is the ‘city’, or rather an overgrown working man’s town.
It contains everthing we need, even a Walmart, and plenty of auto parts.
It’s where they keep my McD coffee.
They have three McDs and two booger kings.
Heh, last trip in, I grabbed a cup of that really good coffee.
Only it didn’t have a lid…’sorry we’re out of lids’….how they think that should work while driving, I have no idea.
Anyway, yeah, we’re out a bit, and prefer it over being in town.
Sometimes even 50 mi away seems too close.