Hello, friends! Famille Historiann is on its way East again to return to the High Plains Desert and our little ranch on the plains. (And what a stall-mucking awaits us when we return! Horse sitters ain’t what they used to be, I tell ya.)
I thought I’d share with you a little clue as to where we landed yesterday afternoon, and where we’ll be spending some of the day today. This town is like Martha’s Vineyard in that it’s one of the last places one can hitchhike without (much) fear–see the photo of the designated “Thumbing Station” (like a Bus Stop) sign at left. Like Martha’s Vineyard, this is probably because this is an isolated and rather exclusive little town–it got a lot of attention in the 1970s as one of the few places in the U.S. where the Sixties still raged on.
The first commenter to guess our exact location wins a Historiann tee-shirt! (As in, from my dresser drawer. I don’t have a blog tee-shirt designed yet.) Carry on with the discussion in the archives below, or guess away in this thread!