Pendleton County, Where the ground rises and falls further than in any other county in the state. Where a filling station has a bakery, and the pepperoni rolls are the reason you stopped. Where the ramps come up in April and the whole county smells of them. 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 the bank most people use opened in Franklin in 1925. Where a good spring is worth more than a good well. Where there is a vet on North Main, which matters more than you think if you travel with a dog. Where you get two bars of signal on the ridge and none in the valley. Where your phone loses signal somewhere along the way, and you stop minding. Where the Forest Service campground looks straight across at the Rocks.