The Worst Hard Time

An old homestead in the San Joaquin.

The title comes from the book by the same namecurrently reading on the recommendation of Paul.

When first I passed these ruins on the 180, eastbound to the big trees, a massive raptor perched atop the chimney. I decided I must stop westbound to take a photo.

I'd love to come here and set a small fire in the box and watch the stars reel on a moonless night.

The Worst Hard Time
The Worst Hard Time
The Worst Hard Time
The Worst Hard Time
The Worst Hard Time
The Worst Hard Time