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Thursday, February 29, 2024

The Train Station was constructed in 1907 as a combination passenger and freight depot. Passenger service was available 5 days per week with stops at 6am, 7:30am, noon and 6pm. Freight and mail service was available twice daily. The ticket booth is in the center of the building with men's and women's passenger waiting areas on either side. In the waiting room to the left of the ticket booth is an old floor-integrated Fairbanks platform scale. The express mail room is through the next door past the scale on the far end of the building. Across from the scale, stairs lead down to a basement made of stone and brick and an earth floor running the length of the building.

The increased ownership of automobiles in the United States, which was most notable from the 1950's through the 1970's, correlated to an 80% decline in the use of commuter trains across the country. Passenger service at this rural location was subsequently discontinued in April 1967. Freight service was terminated shortly thereafter and with it, this depot's 60 years of service came to an end. The building was later briefly used as a residence but it has otherwise been abandoned and mostly unchanged since it closed back in 1967. This means that for the ~120 years of its existence thus far, this station has now been sitting empty for nearly the same amount of time that it was operational. The tracks that run right past its doors, however, have kept humming all this time. And so, at the same regular daily intervals to which it has long been accusomed, the old bones of this depot still shake to the scheduled rhythm of passing trains which rumble and hiss and stir up ghosts in their wake to dance among the cobwebs and the shadows until the last locomotive disappears down the tracks as quickly as it arrived and the dust settles once more where riders no longer disembark and from where no travelers depart.

Note: This post is #2 in a series of 4 loosely related upcoming blog posts which will culminate with the juiciest location/post ever*. Stay tuned..

*This claim has not been verified.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2024

2024 is now upon us which means this blog will commence its ~17th year the exact same as it ever was (more or less) in terms of both its form and its purpose. Its form remains limited to this remarkably obsolete thing called a "blog" and it still has no meaningful purpose. Short for "Web Log", blogs were an antiquated online diary of sorts which fell out of fashion a long time ago; Nobody uses them anymore. In the last 17 years we've seen the rise of Instagram, Youtube, podcasts, and other outlets which have all replaced blogs by having better features, more user-friendly interfaces, etc. Today, blogs have all but completely died off. The fact that this one is still going is just as much of a mystery to me as it is to you. I don't get it either.

The only real purpose of this blog, if one exists, continues to be found in the description in the header above each post. In summary: this site exists to document my(/our) adventures into hidden/sealed up/off-limits locations. I am proud to remain as committed as ever to this pointless, stupid, time-consuming, risky, dangerous and completely unrewarding line of work. It is also frequently exhausting and has the potential to be very costly to myself personally-all the while earning me zero monies. This is a service I provide to you free of charge and I can assure you it's a hell of a good deal. On that note, please note that this blog remains ad-free and devoid of "suggestions", click-bait and other manipulative nonsense that your feeds elsewhere are all bloated with. You'll find none of that here, my friends. For almost two decades now we've been serving up only the freshest cuts of the finest beef available to its nearly half-dozen or so visitors - and nothing more! Ok sure, there's also usually way too much text you have to scroll past to get to the pictures.. One side-effect of being in business for so long is that many locations which have long since been demolished into oblivion still live on in the photos and stories presented here and I think that's pretty cool.

Let's get down to business: I now present the world's smallest gas station*!

The Gas Station

I don't know anything useful, especially when it comes to this gas station. I would guess it was built in the late 60s/early 70s and probably closed in the mid 80s.

What's that you say? This is the most boring location ever? Well, hold onto your pantaloons because this is just the first in a series of 4 upcoming blog entries which started right here with the most boring location ever and will culminate with the juiciest location ever*. There's sort of a loose theme that ties them together... sort of. Bonus points if you figure out the theme before we reach the end.

Stay tuned!

*These claims have not been verified.

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