Gothic North
AK:
As you stare into the eyes of the hitchhikers who appear at intervals along the highway shoulder, you catch glimpses of who they were before. A crab fisherman. The young man who disappeared into the wilderness. Your high school English teacher. ...You. You drive a little faster, but never fast enough.
You know the faces of all the mountains that surround you, every crag and slope. One morning you wake to find that a new pass yawned opened in the night. What are the mountains telling you?
You are an excited seven year old, about to start your first fishing season. Father says you will take part in the traditional rite of combat fishing on the Kenai River. Mother sobs that you are too young, but he insists - after all, his father took him when he was six, and the scars are barely noticeable.
Wyo:
Cheyenne Frontier Days is the answer to all of your questions. What was the question again? CFD. Nothing else matters.
Every time you leave town, it seems the snow fences stretching out from the highway have grown in size and number. Then one day, heading out, you notice spikes glinting on the top of the taller of those fences. You swerve across the median and careen back towards the safety of town.
It is rumored that the only reason the mountain lions usually don't come into town is that the rabbits keep them at bay (either the flourishing population of rabbits or the wind-swept drifts of rabbit droppings).
