This weekend we’re heading up to Pittsville to an ol’ fashioned turkey hunt and (for those of us that don’t hunt or have guns) fun-time extraordinaire. To tide the weary masses over until such a time as I have a picture of myself holding a dead turkey, I present you with a (stolen from Facebook) picture of the aforementioned Native American mannequins that reside in the lobby of The Canfield Hotel. Their eternally unchanging countenance reflects the deathless quality of the establishment itself, or if you get off on antonyms, they illustrate the momentous changes of the region since the days the Sac people (led by Black Hawk) freely roamed the cliffs and valleys of now-northern Illinois/southwestern Wisconsin/northeastern Iowa. Finally, if your proclivities run to the ‘hipster douchebag’ then you’ll be delighted to know that they are “fucking insane” and “not to be missed.”
Shouts to Kate for getting me this image via Spacebook. See y’all this weekend.