If these walls could talk…

 

When I see an old building like this, abandoned and slowly deteriorating, I often wonder about some of the colorful stories that must have taken place between those walls. This old saloon, halfway between the urban sprawl of Phoenix and the red rockscapes of Sedona, seems likely to have witnessed some interesting characters in and out of here in its prime. Why the barbed wire on the roof should tell you something, huh?  I particularly liked the lonely old tree out front, a reminder that while human inhabitation comes and goes, the strongest of nature lives on, impervious to the economy, or the comings and goings of the folks who must have once frequented this old watering hole. And, not to pass judgment of the caliber of those individuals, but the (ahem) name of the establishment below probably says it all. Hope you enjoy…