A pile of rocks beside a dirt road on the eastern edge of the valley, marking nothing in particular. The hand-painted sign asks visitors to add ten stones to the pile, and the cairn is now over thirty feet across.
The Pegleg Smith Liars Contest, held here on the first Saturday of April since the 1940s, is one of the better small-town traditions in the American West: locals and visitors take turns at the microphone telling outrageous lies, and a panel of judges picks a winner. Otherwise the spot is worth maybe ten minutes — a quick stop on the way to or from Fonts Point.