Ron M. and I drove up to Afton Station today to check on things there and to take some small holiday gifts to my dear helpers at the museum: also, because I miss it and needed a good ride on Route 66 to shake me out of the doldrums caused by lack of sunshine for days on end.
Betty and Robin came out to meet us. Sue is ill and couldn't join us. It was so nice to sit and chat with the folks for a little while.
It isn't pretty.
Or, is it?
I have long concluded that there is a certain amount of beauty in ugliness. The buildings, although having long outworn their usefulness and suffering sadly from extreme neglect, have a haunting charm to their rock patterns and worn facades. Have a look. . .
Later, we drove out to the countryside around Afton, stopped at the small attractive cemetery in which so many former loyal Afton citizens rest, then checked out Goat Hill, where a small herd of goats stared at us from behind a fence. This lop ear even said hello!