This is by far the smallest house I have been in yet. In fact, it is so small that the dozen of times that I have driven by it I was sure it was just an old shed.
Tucked away in a pasture, you don’t really see much except a very small roof. The view once you get to the house is spectacular. My pictures don’t do it justice.
There wasn’t a whole lot to see here, the remnants of some old equipment and a gas tank. I was sure that the house was moved off its foundation and likely served as some sort of shelter. Regardless we were able to enter it, the roof was pretty much intact but there were no windows or doors.
It was very small and there was no floor, it was right on the bare ground. The tires on the frame of the care were still completely intact.
Heading off the property we came across this pile of wood, wires and scrap. I was then convinced that the house had in fact been moved.
CRUMBLING MEMORIES 