First things first. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure anyone was actually going to find this blog, or that people would care enough to leave comments. I guess I was wrong — I’ve had trouble keeping up with all of the messages of concern and advice you’ve all sent me. I promise I’m reading them, though, and I’ll try to respond if I can.
Unfortunately, that’s about the only good news I’ve had so far. It’s now been four days since I got Sam’s message… and five days since she left it, as one of you pointed out to me. I was so upset about her message that I didn’t even pay attention to the date at the beginning.
I still can’t reach anyone.
That means there’s not a lot to report, I guess. Like me, Kristen was surprised so many of you read the blog (and apparently a little scared, at first, since a lot of you offered to be friends with her on Facebook). She agrees that it’s a good idea, though, if only because it makes me feel like I’m doing something.
When I told her I was going to start the blog, she joked that most people probably wouldn’t even believe that Piedmont exists, since it’s impossible to find on a map. And I guess she’s right… from your comments, apparently most of you have never heard of Piedmont. It makes sense, though: if you aren’t from Piedmont, or the next town – which is well over 40 miles away – there’s pretty much no reason you would have.
Since a lot of you asked, though: the entire town of Piedmont, Utah, has a population of 183. 182, since I left for college…though the Ritters had a little girl just after Christmas, so I guess that evens it out. Aside from the occasional birth or death, though, not much ever changes in Piedmont. It’s an old mining town in southeastern Utah, so there are a lot of mountains, and a handful of nice camping areas up along the Henry River. It’s a small town, even as small towns go. We’ve got a single bakery, a single bar, and only one main road. And all the standard small-town staples: a neighborhood gossip, a town drunk, an old war veteran.
Until I left to come to Cal, I lived in Piedmont my entire life. At first, people here thought I came from an isolated town of rednecks. We’re not, though, and Piedmont isn’t so much isolated as self-reliant. Most of the folks living in Piedmont grow up there, get married there, and never end up leaving. For a lot of them, there’s no good reason to go anywhere else.
So there you go, that’s Piedmont. Hopefully that’ll help…
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