On a fairly deserted path I came upon this structure:
A Tiny House?
Damn small and weathered, but well constructed with a concrete base and shingled roof. What was really cool was that it was well hidden by trees and bushes. It was somewhat difficult to get around all the brush and the small creek that ran near its east side in order to take these photographs. Why was this little house here? What was it for?
Inside the fun house
I expected to find the skeleton of a missing person or perhaps a bee hive. The door had been torn out some time ago, but the windows and screens were still intact. Odd that there were no bees or spider webs inside. You would expect some graffiti or broken windows, maybe some trash thrown about. Nothing. I didn’t hang around there– too weird. …and I was wearing sandals– not the best kind of footwear for this kind of trekking. Maybe I’ll come back on halloween.