Town Centre

There's no mistaking the centre of Anchor Rock for anything but what it is— the rock itself makes sure of that. Where other plazas of more metropolitan places would play host to a fountain or a statue, Anchor Rock organizes itself around a somewhat misshapen boulder. There is no commemorative plaque, no explanation given, but only because none is needed. This is the heart of the town, the anchor, the rock.

There are young trees growing here, the thriving holdovers from a town design campaign of years past. The tidy little fences around their trunks may not be quite so tidy anymore, but they're still trimmed by a gardener who takes pride in their work. It's never quite empty here, surrounded by cared-for buildings that house the cornerstones of the town and the community it holds. Granted, it's not exactly bustling, but the criss-crossing phone lines (all two of them) give a feel of connectedness that's hard to escape.

WRITE [DESCRIPTION, WHY DO PEOPLE GO HERE, WHAT/WHO WOULD YOU FIND HERE ON A NORMAL DAY] IMAGE

WRITE [DESCRIPTION, WHY DO PEOPLE GO HERE, WHAT/WHO WOULD YOU FIND HERE ON A NORMAL DAY] IMAGE

Anchor Rock’s centre of knowledge about the outside of world. Home to plenty of books, of course, but also the community’s only computer and one of two phone lines. Also hosts a (small) community archive. You’ll likely find librarian Quinn Davis here. IMAGE

WRITE [DESCRIPTION, WHY DO PEOPLE GO HERE, WHAT/WHO WOULD YOU FIND HERE ON A NORMAL DAY] IMAGE