![]() This tract was across the highway from the main part of this small resort town. Wilson's dad, Walter Hunter, lived in a yellow three-bedroom house on the tribal tract, a section of land built up with many of these identical homes. On later visits, the store was closed, but remained unsold, the same musty wares sitting in the window. Apparently they weren't asking much for the store. Wilson was sorry to see the elderly couple retire. The Five and Dime, its window display of trinkets dusty and sun bleached, had a "for sale" sign in the door. ![]() Although there were some tired businesses such as a grocery, liquor store, laundromat, mercantile, bars, and a Dairy Queen, most of the street appeared worn out and empty. Main Street, just a few blocks long, looked shriveled and lifeless. ![]() ![]() That summer we drove up north to Salmon Lake. ![]()
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