A Very Fine Thing

The big day has finally arrived. It seemed like it would never get here. The acrimonious process just drags on forever now it seems. I could have voted early, but I wanted the full local experience, the chance maybe to see some more of my neighbors.

Let's head down the mountain to my polling station.



I think I have been trying to kill off fall a bit too early. There is still a ton of color left in the forest. The tone is decidedly different. An infusion of brown mixes with a more rust red and more amber yellows. The hills look like they have been doused in a light coat of red barn paint.



Here we are, the entrance to the Fines Creek Volunteer Fire Department, station 2600, established in 1990, my new polling station.



The volunteer fire department is the building on the right. The parking lot is full. At 9:45 am, I had to wait behind one elderly couple. About six more people came in behind me. I have no idea if this would be considered a big turnout in this neck of the woods.



Out along the highway in front is this very interesting building. The steps up to the white doors were sort of blocked off. I'm not sure if this building is still in use. Next door was an equally old looking Fines Creek Public Library.



Back on top of the mountain this fine new building has gotten the rafters in place for the roof for the back stoop. Now it just needs the purlins and it will be ready for roofing.



We are all lucky to still live in a nation were we have the opportunity to change things if we see fit.

Know Hope.