It was one of those barns with junk piled everywhere, which is about all I could remember of the place - it's exact location having escaped me.
So, in hopes of finding end tables and maybe a couple bedside tables I set out. I knew it would be a bit of a trek and I also knew the place would likely be closed, but I went anyway.
I was right on both counts.
However, the drive along HWY 85 was pretty enough to make up for the time and gas money spent...
Talk about prairie gold. Like bricks stacked in Ft. Knox...
I love how truly gold the gold is in this field...
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