This morning at the grocery store, I asked the cashier whether there were any Target-like stores in the valley and she said the only place was an Alco, south of here on the way to Denver, describing it as a "mini-mini-mini Walmart."
I asked if there wasn’t anything to the northwest (where the only road goes, eventually arriving in Salt Lake City) since I haven’t been too far up that way yet.
"Nope," she said.
"Not even in Kremmling?" I asked, remembering on my map that the town of Kremmling appeared in a slightly larger print than the towns I live and work near.
"There ain’t nothin’ in Kremmling ‘cept a lot of DUIs," she replied definitively.
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