Went across the border to hang out at a cabin with my family over the long weekend. It was great, ate a lot of food, played the absolute shit out of Dutch Blitz, coerced my mother into playing the Mass Effect 3 demo… y’know, family stuff.
One of the highlights was a little town we wandered across while looking for somewhere to fill up our water bottles in between hikes on Sunday afternoon:

According to those signs, this tiny building contains the following:
Sadly it was not open, despite what the sign to the left of the dead Christmas wreath says.
I love small towns.