Pendleton County, Where an hour to a supermarket is not a complaint, just a fact. Where you can build a home and the only inspection you need is for the septic tank. Where the hardware store, the bank and the courthouse are all on the same street. Where the Forest Service campground looks straight across at the Rocks. Where the person who plows your road is someone you know by name. Where the size of a woodpile is a weather forecast. Where the horse camp is run by people who ride, and the camp host is a chocolate Lab. Where a funeral fills the church and then fills the road outside it. Where you get two bars of signal on the ridge and none in the valley. Where the first frost is a subject, not a forecast. Where the bank most people use opened in Franklin in 1925. Where you learn which hollow you are in before you learn the road name.