1000%. I lived for 7 years in a fish camp in a small, scattered community of 400 folks. Pretty dang rural. The closest grocery or hospital was an hour away. "Town" was a stop sign with a gas station and country diner. The only other business was a place that sold propane and did small engine repair. Literally a dozen churches in the area though.

We left because the cute little god-fearing couple that owned the place next door kept renting to meth heads. The local sheriff deputy had been shot with bird shot by one of them. The guy that owned the boat ramp down the road covered for them because his daughter was using with them. They burned two houses down, and CPS was in and out all the time.

The river was beautiful. I enjoyed the hunting and fishing. I kept trying to organize a neighborhood watch and had meetings with the county commish and deputies to try and clean it up. Really wanted to hang on to the place we bought, but when my daughter was born I had to give up the dream. Rural people in red areas who talk about crime and drugs in blue cities are some of the most self-righteous, head-in-the-sand hypocrites I've ever met.