In small towns like this..

..the woman who works in the liquor store will recognize you hitchiking and tell her husband to pull over, telling him "Oh I know those kids!"

..a chihuahua dressed in a pink dress keeps the post office lady company, and dances on command.

..everything is closed on Sundays and Mondays, and Tuesdays if they're able, and all signs that post a places hours say -ish

When the mountains are covered with snow,

it's time to head south. I've spent the past few months in a small town called Cawston, so named due to the local crow population (the murders!). I've been living and working on orchards, in garlic, tomato, and pepper fields, packing organic squash and carrots, watching the sun's rise from and fall behind the mountains grow ever quicker with each passing day. And now, I'm heading east!

Hopefully when my computer usage allotments are greater than 15 minute public library blocks, I will be able to recount some of the many, many stories that I've heard, been a part of, and found in the strangely beautiful and magical Similkameen Valley.