Ghost Towns & Pioneer Graves: Oregon’s Grassland Roots

In the city we drink eclectic cocktails on barnwood tables, nosh our locally harvested aperitif. Out here, the barn wood supports a livelihood. The solitary farmer is a 16 hour dust cloud. Around him are ghostly carcasses, lost homesteads. Century old dreams lay baked in the desert sun. They are but apparitions in a literal ghost town. Continue reading Ghost Towns & Pioneer Graves: Oregon’s Grassland Roots