I drove by this old farmstead what seems to be 100 times during hockey try outs but never had the time to stop. Just after Christmas we headed that way again for a weekend long tournament and thought this is my chance.
I didn’t call ahead to get permission to drive onto the property and sometimes road shots are far more intriguing. I also don’t have much of a history but I’ll work on that too.
I had a good chuckle when I got back into the Jeep after taking a couple photos. The coach from my son’s team had texted to see if we were okay. My son took care of the text by replying “all good, my Mom just had to pull over to take photos of that old house.”
My new favorite hastag, #ipulledoverforthis
CRUMBLING MEMORIES 