Nothing on the ground is ever as easy as it appears on Google Earth. This is a rule I keep close in mind, but sometimes my explorations like to make a point of it.
This was such a case, but was incredibly worth it. The lighting through the autumn leaves and slightly overcast skies was perfect. As I stepped inside this massive building I was instantly struck by it. Not something that I felt at the other roundhouse yesterday. Something very different. Something I was really digging!
Walking slowly, taking pictures, listening to sounds of men linking train cars nearby, the sound of the engines working... It was amazing to me.
I went into an upstairs room and found the remains of a couple of beds. A workboot nearby. Lockers in another room downstairs. Small remnants, yet together enough to form a tapestry of memories that weren't mine.
It was just a shame I couldn't wander out to check out the turn table. Might have drawn unwanted attention to my presence. A last glance around before leaving. Yeah, this was so worth it.