The shack at the end of the Universe is empty until you get there.
The walk to the Shack is far. You should pack a canister of tea in case your throat gets parched.
The bridge to the Shack reminds you that you’re made of star stuff, water stuff, and earth stuff.
Every year, some grand old building in Bellefonte explodes in flames. Here’s the latest victim.
Old buildings + what must be a very lax series of regulations = matchbox metropolis.
In addition to flaming buildings, Bellefonte also offers violent statues.
And a thrift store with a very princess-y prom boutique front section:
Don’t worry; this thrift also has the requisite hideous finds.
