Aguila. Arizona
On our way to our next home site I stopped in this little town for some lunch. It hardly qualified as a town as there was just a gas station, maybe a small grocery store (I couldn't tell if it was operational or not) and a few boarded up businesses.
Outside my window where we parked in a dirt area.
He just sits there all day. No vehicle.
Everything he owns is right in front of him.
You just gotta know there is a interesting story there but I know better that to start up anything.
No doubt I'd regret it soon after the first few words were spoken.
Maybe there is another person there and they were away with the vehicle
I hope that was the case.
5 comments:
He looks very lonely.
I wonder what happened in his life to cause him to live under a tree. He looks old, but probably isn't.
It's a lot easier to end up there than most people imagine.
We also run into these sad folk in our desert travels. Unfortunately, almost always there's drugs involved. Have you stumbled into any desert meth labs? Give me a snake any day.
Home is where the heart is or was...
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