A vital turning point in my trip (because it was at a crossroad), I found myself in Rosetown. Not one to pass up the chance to wander around a new town, particularly when drawn to a water tower and grain elevator, I took a pause that refreshes, and some pictures, too.

The only sign I could find, even if you try to argue it's not really the town's sign. But you weren't there.	The grain elevator. I particularly liked the color and how it contrasted the clouds in the sky.	Fixer upper or handyman's dream? I can't decide, but either way, I couldn't find the realtor's number.
The mecca of every small town -- the water tower. Nicely painted, and free from cellular antennas.	In about 30 seconds, a girl comes out, retrieves a hand bag from her Ford Tempo, and goes back in.	Well, it's hardly an old fire house or library, but it holds all the old stuff from this little hamlet.