I did not leave Eugene until almost one o'clock, admittedly a late start on a 13 day road trip which would take me about 1000 miles away from home. I got on I-5 south long enough to pick-up HWY 58 which crosses the Williamette Pass. I jumped out of the car only once and took a few shots, knowing there would be a lot more snow shots to come on this trip. (and yes there was that anxiety about my late start).
This great little bldg was constructed in 1899. I love that they repainted the 'Wild West Show' mural.
All this stuff was just sitting outside. (Maybe it's worth more 'gone' than anything else). There were several old glass fuses, 3 old clothing trunks and even an old bathtub rusted beyond repair. Quaint but basically worthless except to summon up that nostalgic feeling some of us adore.
Next place I stopped was on the outskirts of town. Two abandoned buildings caught my eye, one right across the road from the other. How could I not stop? Yes I did see the 'no trespassing' signs but I figured if I am just taking pictures I am not hurting anything. The first one was cute and small. The huge old handmade yellowstone bricks and the signage caught my eye. "South Fork Trading Post" the handpainted sign read...
I looked around the back and found the door had already been opened by someone else.....and inside was an old piano. Does this say Jeanette Wall's 'The Glass Castle' to anybody else? If you haven't read that book it's a short, intense read featuring several old shacks and a scene with a piano that you will never forget.
I continued down HWY 395 till about 9 that night. Tired, I found a Super 8 motel in Susanville. It was Friday night and I forgot that high school kids in small towns often rent motel rooms to party in. There was a group of them hanging about smoking cigarettes around the entrance to my room. I did get some good sleep after the bozo next door turned his TV off. But the wireless internet was so bad I couldn't download these pictures onto my blog. But that did give me time to post some pictures on Facebook and mull over Day Two. (to be continued) Yona c. Riel