When I was young, I used to go on summer trips to a little (and I mean LITTLE) town in Montana called Saltese, right off the Idaho border, due to family members owning some land there. Good memories...they had/have an idyllic train bridge over a mountain gap, just like the one in Stand By Me. Good memories...fell off a dirt bike for the first, but not last, time, got stuck by a bee for the first time, had rhubarb pie for the first time; went on an overnight hike/camp, only to come back to bear prints on the window of the truck camper and all sorts of other things. If the town's grown I'd guess it has to be by less than a handful of people, even in this day and age...pure Americana. Those memories remind me of why I can abhor city life at times, more as I get older.
