On an unusually cool and cloudy summer morning, my car kicked up dust as small frogs darted from the gravel road leading to Kendrick.
After reading the small amount of history I could find online about the town, I did not really know what to expect. As I arrived, the gravel gave way to pavement, and I was welcomed by manicured lawns, well-maintained homes and a few children riding four-wheelers and scooters.
Near the town hall at Main and Third streets stood the deteriorating remains of the B&B, Kendrick’s last retail business and, for decades, one of the town’s central gathering places…