Yessir, the pedestrian crossing sign along the highway -- not even a marked crosswalk -- was the highlight of the two or three minutes I spent looking around this rather quaint little village.

Ominous? Not really, no... there were just some clouds passing overhead, nothing to fret about.	Pedestrian crossing. The highway is a 60 MPH (100km/h) here, and we're to watch for pedestrians?	One of the finest lodging places in town. But looks are deceiving; the inside is quite cozy, no doubt.
For decades, travelers migrate to Gray Mountain to see this. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Yea!