Melodramatic Tendencies

Deciding to clear my head I drove up into the mountains outside of Colo Spgs and found my self on a dirt road that seeming went no where but for unknown reasons I kept on driving. The dirt road lead me to the small town of Sandnod, a town no more then 25 minutes or so outside of city limits, and a town that I had never heard of living here for 10 years. Sandnod was quient with small cottages lining the one dirt street that went through this town. I found a general store and my curiosities lead me in side where I found the people to be quite unpleasant. Wondering what happened to the small town mountain hospitality, I was asked who I was visiting by a man at the counter, when I informed him that I was just passing through he told me that I had to leave and that I was not allowed to be in this town. The disturbing looks that I got from everyone else in the store, which consisted of four other people including an elderly woman dragging what appeared to be her grand child out of the store when she realized that I was an outsider, creeped my out. I found the town beautiful, despite the welcoming committee at the store, and decided to snap a few shots with my phone on my quick escape from this odd distorted version of a mountain town with melodramatic tendencies.