I try to listen when I stumble across places like this. What stories do you carry? Sometimes, if you’re quiet enough, you can almost hear them call out.

 

I rarely disclose exact locations anymore. I’ve watched too many once-hidden treasures become trampled down for the sake of a single “perfect picture,” their stories overlooked entirely.

 

This little town was once bustling—homes, a post office, grain elevators—now it sits in echoes. Only a couple of houses remain, folding into silence. You’d never guess it lies right beside a busy highway, cleverly tucked away like an old farmyard. But look closer and you’ll see the truth: overgrown sidewalks, crumbling foundations, the faint grid of a life that used to hum here. Its last residents left in 1960. Not so long ago you lived… and now you’re nearly forgotten.

 

Adventure doesn’t need a passport.

Start with the ghosts in your backyard.

You'll be surprised at what you might dig up.

 

Xo,

Miss K.