Past Lincoln Rock State Park, Highway 2 empties out into a glimmering desert of scrub, heat mirages, and dust devils. No evergreen trimmings or freshly painted shutters at this site, the Ala features a weather beaten mini-golf city with its own saloon, jail, and chapel. Racing toward Spokane, the cool Pacific breezes have receded as the furnace heat pushes us toward Idaho. More than two decades later, you can still stroll under the wings of an artificial butterfly and peer up at the fair's clock tower. Nearby, climb an almost two story radio flyer sculpture commissioned by the town's Junior League.
Locals offer knowing smiles but keep walking past.
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