I thought it was kind of funny that this motel felt "Indoor Plumbing" was bragging material:
Hey, I've always wanted a 150-year-old crumbling wall, and this one is for sale!
Blue glass in a shop window. The Saint Mary's in the Mountains Catholic Church can be seen in the window:
Why is it always tomorrow?!?
Ya really think he did? (I guess it's a possibility. This was in the basement of the Territorial Enterprise building where he used to work.):
An example of what a prostitute's crib looked like, in the Bullette Red Light Museum, named for Julia C. Bullette, an infamous prostitute from the 1800's:
The Bucket of Blood Saloon. There are several saloons in town. This is my favorite:
There were several old cars in town, such as this 1932 Chevy I found parked at the cemetery:
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I wonder if American realty has that listed as a handyman special or a fixer upper? 
