I’ve had a number of encounters with the supernatural throughout my life; it has always been somewhat of an irritation and something I’ve tried hard to distance myself from, rarely talking about it out of fear that I’d be perceived as a slightly “out of touch little lady”. It is for this reason that when the love of my life suggested we visit a ghost town called Rhyolite near Death Valley (Nevada, Las Vegas), I immediately declined not really keen to attract additional “out of touch little lady” experiences.
But, my love for travel and discovering places not necessarily trodden down by tourists, all things old, historical and mysterious got the better of me and so we drove ... passing interesting signs; stopping at places where time seemed to take a long pause.
My personal favourite was the caboose which is a small galley or cookhouse and the last car on a freight train. It had cooking and sleeping facilities for the crew of the train. Wow! My heart still misses a beat recalling that fabulous chipped wood, vintage blue hue and seeing relics of door handles, nails and craftmanship that has stood the test of time was just priceless.
Ted and I had so much fun photographing this rich display of history. Imagining how it must have been to ride this train looking out of the window and peering down gaping holes where once an engine was.
Make your moments count, share your story, try not to wait for a perfect picture, a flawless write-up. who knows if time will wait for perfection. You might not think your story matters but it will mean a lot to someone, somewhere, sometime. The world is a very magical and beautiful place. Go out and discover it.