On this day of exploring, I was in new territory. I had vistited a home on my to-do list and then attempted to get into another but didn’t want to distrub the crop in the field and decided to come back in the Fall.
On our way home, hubby (aka Eagle eyes) took a turn of the main highway to investigate a roof in the distance. As we carried on we came across this old place.
Driving away from what I think will be a real gem, once I get permission, I got all turned around and lost track of the road numbers. Then we stumbled across this.
I admit, I don’t like when I can’t find some sort of history on the property. It feels like the job is incomplete. Anything I can find doesn’t confirm who the actual land owner is or their life there.
CRUMBLING MEMORIES 