I wandered a ghost town off Hwy 395. At the end of a 12 mile dirt road I found a treasure.
Bodie State Park.
The real Bodie lies behind the dust and dirt covered windows.
The left behinds. Bedding, cookware, books…a stocked bar, empty caskets at the undertakers. Patiently waiting for the miners return.
But if you listen closely, and stay very still.
You will come to realize, they never left..
My Do-Over 
Really enjoyed this!
Enjoyed your blog.
Not enough to hold your attention, maybe more photos?
I will do that. I was wondering if it needed more. Thank you.