An old homestead in the San Joaquin.
The title comes from the book by the same name—currently 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.