East Branch, West Branch, it's all God's Country. I run up to Rockwood about once a summer for mediocre pizza from a great little shop.
All the people I have run into up there have the same quality you describe Pete having; Heart as big as the lake. Unfortunately, there is an obnoxious undercurrent amongst some of the young towards 'Flats'. They really couldn't get by without them but resent them at the same time.
My wife seems to have more relatives than Zip's ass in that town. Some are quirky,but all-in-all, a great bunch. Her two cousins, brothers about a year or two apart, could go on the road, they're so funny.
My wife's dad had one of the little mill houses going out of town. Like a lot of the places up there, they just plunked down a few big rocks, laid the sill on them and went from there. We just jacked the house up, and put it back down on 24 precast pylons. Now, you can set a bowling ball in the middle of the house and it won't roll. Before, LOOK OUT.
We're a 2 minute walk to the dock where I keep my launch.
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