I hung out in this sleepy town for a few nights. It was the White Squirrel Festival with booths, food, beer and music for two days. Caught this guy dressed in costume. He must have roasted—it was in the 80’s. Then I saw a real live white squirrel that ran across the road on from of me. By the time I could get this shot it had run up the tree and plastered itself to the tree. Remarkable sight.


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