We went up and spent a delightful morning with our family friend (I'll call her Lara), totting about at the park, feeding the ducks- it costs a nickel and is highly entertaining- letting the boys have a cupcake for lunch, and petting their very tolerant cat. (Tatoe stepped on his tail by accident and the cat just let out a plaintive meow.) Next week we are planning to meet up at the blackberry-picking place/yarn shop (!). On the 45-minute drive home I thought, "Oh, right. This is what I wanted."
If I knew we would be here long-term I would deal with the rural-tastic-ness of it all. The Walmart does, after all, stock capers, artichoke hearts, pitted kalamata olives, and rice milk. It's like a yuppie co-op collided with the local ammo store. And every time I drive up the highway and see those mountains wreathed in clouds, everything feels just right. But I'm projecting the uncertainty of where-will-we-be-next-year onto everything else, and taking my angst out on the Walmart.
Also, I see why it's hard for them to get good faculty: there is fuck-all for the faculty's partners to do around here.
Side note: The town's official-tourist-brochure motto is "More than you'd expect". What, "and less than you'd hoped for?"