The observatories up in the Magdalena Mountains appeared empty. Scientific buildings were everywhere, but there were no cars or people.
I love the feeling of visiting a ghost town. Perhaps they only come out at night like vampires sucking upon the light of the stars.
Sometimes we were content with the idea to never to move another inch again. Let the beauty of the world come to us.
But getting into town has its perks.
We could use a washing machine for our clothes and a washing machine for our bodies.
Magdalena seemed to be a living ghost town though.
The mining industry ain't what it used to be.
Hitting rock and mineral bottom... the Spirit of Magdalena can only rise from here.