My desk faces Main Street and, thanks to a couple of well-placed windows, I have a pretty good view of what’s happening out there.
Towards the end of last week, I noticed a near-parade of vehicles – RVs, pickups old and new, one rig that looked like a significantly converted school bus – all pulling trailers. Hunters headed east.
They stopped for breakfast at Apple Creek, the diner down the way from us. They stopped…