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Scenes From Northlandia - Part 1



Random scenes from my last visit to Northlandia.



I used to love auctions.  Back in the day we would go every once in a while.  I stopped to see my SIL and she was heading over to an auction in Emerald City.  I didn't catch auction fever but it was nice to be at one again, and with quite nice company, too.




This is a view of the tree-decimated Oak View Country Club.  They were planting three trees while we drove by, but it will never be the same.






My favorite picnic table in Mercer County, in front of the old Tastee Freeze.  It's now called Bowlyou's, I think, but it will always be the TF to me.




Sign on the Joy water tower.  Wonder how many coats of paint have been sprayed on this?






Rafters.  See the mistake?




A delivery truck pulled up at Bowlyou's Restaurant.  I was impressed by the company's having survived since 1873.  Not many can claim such longevity.





While at Wal-Mart I noticed these adapters.  Same packaging, same product.  But the ones on the left were 10 cents higher because they are orange.  Strange?  That's Wal-Mart. 





These little guys were in horse troughs at Huffman's in Emerald City.  I thought about buying a few and putting in my backpack for the kids.  What could go wrong?



An accident on 34 slowed us up some, but when I'm up here, nothing rattles me too much.  If I get edgy I just think of Kitschland.


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