Another break from from my usual landscape stuff.
On my second visit to Bodie State Park in California, I left by the north route. The road comes out at Bridgeport, which lies on Highway 395. Seemed a fine little town, but I couldn't help but feel - What do the people do?
I know I was just a tourist passing through and I have no right to reach a judgement, but the locked up old market store at the north end of town didn't help to get rid of the feeling that this was a town looking for a purpose. As the song says - It should have died, but it's it's still there and good on it.
Your C & C always welcome.
