“Where the fae folk wear camo, the huts have wheels, and the banjos bite back.” A mythic enclave of post-apocalyptic elves who abandoned
Spruce Grove has never been stranger. Elves in trailer courts, dubstep coyotes, faerie playgrounds, cursed highways — the Capital Parkland keeps getting weirder in the best ways. Dive into Capital Parkland — Part 05: Spruce Grove










