He started out really early. The pickup truck served him for over a decade now.  Its struts were coated in rust, its engines nearly black from carbon and soot.  It grinded, grumbled, but it rolled along like its supposed to.  It was an old reliable girl and it's driver took care of it, even if it did show it's age.  In its back, held down with bungee cords and tarps were the bags, boxes and brick-a-brack that was the entire life of a single young man. It was all he had, all he needed, for now anyway.  He had some money left to him from his uncle to get things going, but other than that, he got an address.  A shop somewhere in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin.

It was a job, something he didn't have for the past three months.  Graduating college didn't guarantee anything along the rust belt.  He thought about computer store, pharmacy, applying as a shift supervisor somewhere, but either he could never get the credit for the loans for a starter, or the places were soul crushing bits of corporate run off.  He'd barely get enough to live even if he slaved away for a couple hours.  It was moments like this he wished he'd been an engineer, or IT.  Too late now.  Atleast the place was a shop and atleast he could run it his way.  He didn't expect anything more than a tacky tourist shop but what else was he to do.  It might be his big chance.

Even on the highway, one could tell just how far it was from civilization.  The exit was coming up, and it wasn't even for a town.  The entire off ramp was dedicated to a single sign giving the parks name, but nothing else.  No camping grounds, no hiking or fishing spots.  That didn't bode well.  His truck hugged the curve as he looked out over the acres of farmland designed for dairy cows.  It meant that there must have been a town somewhere, it might be miles, but atleast he had that.

His road crossed several intersections, the flatness of the plane gave way to the rising bit of tree and hill.  It loomed over him like a tidal wave that only got bigger and bigger as he approached.  He caught it just as the sun passed behind some clouds, giving the whole bit of trees a sinister look, like an endless row of teeth from some giant monster.  He shoke his head, his imagination running away with him like it usually did, even at his age.

A lonely bumpy road was next, probably doing a number on his tires, but the parking lot was a nice change to the lonely road.  He wondered how many people would actually come out this far.  Hikers, campers.  He could only guess.  He stepped out of his truck and approached with a letter in hand.

[i]Hey Kiddo

Heard you were in a bind.  Big city life aint all it's cracked up to be?  If you're willing to start in a place a little quieter I think I know just the place for you to start.  Every pin stripped big brass CEO had to start somewhere.  Why don't you look over the place for me?  You might even have some fun.

Your Uncle
Hemem

PS:  Watch where you step [/i]

And there there was the address to this old rickety shack of a store.  He knew it.  It was just going to be knick-knacks, tribal trinkets, dream catchers, and wooden carving.  All the usual bullshit that his mom detested.  Selling their culture, there history, to be pocketed away forever in the box of someones basment or to atleast be put on display on some grandma's mantle, given by a kid who didn't know what else to get.  Thats what the great native American people were now, souvenirs.

He read the sign over it.  [color=tan]"Goldelocks?"[/color]  He said aloud before his face twisted in a frown.  [color=tan]"Wheres the three bears?"[/color]  He approached, a bag thrown over his shoulder.  He'd go back to get the rest of his stuff later.  They'd be safe out here in the middle of nowhere at eight in the morning.  He was already regretting this decision.  He had a laptop back there.  Without wifi itd be useless.  Maybe this was a sign to go back to a simpler time.  

And speaking of signs, the place wasn't even open.  A 'Sorry We're Closed' sign greeting him.  There was a door bell next to the door frame, and he pressed his thumb to it.  He heard the zzzzzzz of an alarm reverberate beyond the door way.  They probably werent even up yet.