Plus it's surrounded by ACTUALLY small towns. I'm thinking in particular of a town I visited with my mom when she was antiquing, which was a crossroad. With a stop sign. Period. It also had, for some reason, three antique stores; don't ask me. And we had lunch in a diner that was on the first floor of someone's house, that had shelves everywhere displaying the poop ducks* they sold.
*poop duck: crocheted duck toy where you raise the wing or pull the tail or something and it poops out candy; don't ask me.