Thanks to this family, I got to explore Sierra Madre canyon. On the narrow roads that lead toward the top of the mountain, there were sloping yards decorated with headless stone angels, a coffeeshop beloved by locals tucked in among the trees, ivy-covered houses and little cottages strewn with coffee-can flowerpots and old road signs.
If Quaint got knocked up by Counterculture, the canyon is what their union would look like.