The Homestead

 

I was looking for the road to Belmont out of Manhattan (the two ghost town destinations for the day) and took a right, thinking “This MUST be it!”

I hadn’t gone a quarter mile when I saw in the distance, an old bus and and RV. Being in very rural Nevada, I thought, “Dammit! I must be in someone’s back yard!” I didn’t want to intrude, so I drove a little further until I could find a place to turn around.

Then I noticed the RV was pretty beaten up. And the windows on the bus were completely blown out. The place was abandoned. Lucky me. An unexpected detour.

 

Comments

  1. Wow… love it! An unholy triad of relics. The mower with no wheels is especially great. Fish eye is perfect here too. Cool!

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