"I'm barely out of the 1800's," Logan said, scratching his jaw and then looking at Jack. "Okay, um... Let's head up north. There were reports of a field turning into a fairground for a whole week back in 1904. Not once but on seven occasions between then and the 1930's. The land still isn't developed, looks to be protected- Let's just go see if there's anything there. Worst case we get some country air, right?"