
The downtown was old but still carrying on: It had a barber, a flower shop, a library, a few restaurants, and a number of empty storefronts. It also had a school, which had several mobile homes around it.

To see the tournament, we had to take the path past a red caboose, through the woods, and over a bridge, where we saw a beautiful white butterfly (which was a much more pleasant winged creature than the whining, bloodsucking colleagues that shared its airspace).
One small-town thing that amused us was the fella riding his lawnmower down to the ATM.
We'd like to come back and visit McLouth again... maybe for the Threshing Bee.
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