We are in the city park again, a trend that has been saving us a bit of money. Today we rode along an abandoned railroad line, the reason for both the rise and fall of the towns in its path. Grain elevators loom over the empty streets of towns whose houses and businesses are all boarded up. Steve is disappointed to see the towns he remembers all but disappeared. We walked inside a huge empty grain elevator in Brandon. Everything in these cities is gone. The new railroad line, wherever it is, took everything–businesses and homes people–with it.
Yesterday we stayed in Haswell, more or less a ghost town with a handful of residents and rows of beautiful abandoned stucco homes. The town has a lonely feel to it, and we saw only two people during our stay, though we walked up and down most of the dirt streets.