Pendleton County, Where Mass is at noon on Sunday, and that is the whole schedule. Where you wave at the truck coming the other way, whoever is driving it. Spruce Knob, perhaps the closest some of us will get to Heaven. Where the Forest Service campground looks straight across at the Rocks. Where the fog sits in the valley until nine, and then it does not. Where the trout farm will oblige if the creek will not. Where dark still means dark, and the stars are why people stop the car. Where directions are given by who used to live there. Where an hour to a supermarket is not a complaint, just a fact. Where the drive-in at Ruddle is the only movie in town. Where the teenagers have no concept of a toll road. Where the weather at the top of the mountain is not the weather at the bottom.