Not that there WAS anywhere to turn around, both sides stacked up with rocks like that. I can drive the van over a lot but she’s no four wheel drive jeep.
… with me & weird abandoned buildings.
I’ll get to that, though.
I keep looking for new places to spend the day. Shoulda turned around as soon as I saw how bad the road got, though.
I finally found a place with no rocks in the way & nearly got myself into another sort of trouble.

But I stopped before I got myself stuck — see, I CAN learn! — & turns out it was a pretty decent place to spend the day.

I did my usual stuff — took a bunch of product pictures, made the big piece I posted about yesterday, hung out with the boys — & when everything else was done & the sun was getting low, went for a walk.
Seriously. What is it with me finding abandoned structures in these woods.

This one’s just an old, old log home though. I wonder how long it’s been there? It’s not a hogan — it was almost certainly built by white colonizers.

It was pretty big, for what it was. Sturdily built.

Loiosh had to explore it, of course. But he didn’t want to go inside, just walked around the tumbledown walls.

The sun was about to set so we all headed back — but I found a bit of treasure on the way. Check this out!

A piece of pipe — nice thick walls, just that short length. No idea what it’s from, or if it’s related to the cabin — it was at least a hundred feet away.
I’ll make something out of it, though.
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