Plain speak time: had it not been for the fact this town of 540 or so folks was not between Highway 19 and Akaka Falls State Park, odds are slim I'd have even bumped into it. But I was going there, and thus, bumped I did.

A religious structure of some sort, though I couldn't get a strong sense of exactly which one.	It seemed to be a private home, but I rather enjoyed the surfboard decor along railing.	The downtown was cute in a rustic, neu-old-west sort of way. No shoot-outs today, though.
More of the aforementioned cute little downtown shops area.	A generic sort of shop, but the design and condition was in the cute, consistent style of the place.	Up the hill stood the post office, a quaint little place that delivers in all sorts of weather, I hear.