The White Rock

It really tastes like they just roasted the coffee beans.  But the place is a ghost-town.  There's an old lady with a dulcimer, singing hymns 40 years gone by and songs she wrote about her sons.  And then she played "Forever Young."  After I showed her the way, she wrote down my name.  I had to correct her on the spelling.  But seriously, that dulcimer is cool.

You win some, you lose some.  Maybe I'll try a different town tomorrow.