Ghost Town

I visited a ghost town yesterday. Well, an abandoned mining town anyway… but “ghost town” sounds so much spookier, especially now, with Halloween only a couple days away. (I couldn’t resist decorating around here a bit, haha!)

I didn’t get a bunch of pictures, but there are a few I’d like to share with you all anyway…

The -once- bustling town of Garnet

It’s weird, and almost eerie in a way, to walk through places like this. I tried to picture what it was like so many years ago, but it was difficult, probably because the way we live now is so different compared to life back then.

Old Stove

A lot of the buildings (that we could walk into anyway) had random pieces of rusted furniture left behind, like bed frames and headboards and lots of old stoves.

Found some horsey-related things too, like this stable. (don’t know if it was ACTUALLY a stable but that’s what I’m calling it for now)

There were some old western saddles inside, with the leather curling up off the trees:

It was a good way to spend the afternoon. 🙂

On a completely unrelated note, I went to see an orthopedic specialist and he believes I have tendonitis. They took some x-rays and nothing weird showed up, and they’re doing some lab work to rule out anything else. I highly doubt anything will show up and he thinks the same, but I guess it’s always best to double check. I’m just glad I know what’s wrong, and hopefully, with more time (and braces and pills, yaaayyy) things will start to get better.

Between the doctor poking, twisting and bending my wrists, along with all the walking yesterday, I’m really, really sore! Ugh! 😛

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