Down the road a few miles we enter another little hamlet. Lumberjacks used to float logs down the river that runs past it, but the community started out as a railroad junction in the late 1870s. Later a road paralleled the rails and seems to have gone through the center of town. In the modern era the busy highway is just close enough to disturb the silence of an abandoned main street.
Of the early rail heritage we have almost nothing, just the Ghost Carnival that I visited last year.
This was once the busiest corner in town;
The building above seems to have had three lives.
Next up: A jackpot of Americana