Friday the 13th in Kelso: An Analog Annal

Kelso, CA, March 2015.

We were creepin’ in the abandoned house when the battery in my Rebel T2i conked out. I grabbed my Polaroid from the back seat and loaded it with a fresh cartridge of black and white round frame goodness. Here are all eight shots from that pack, fuck-ups and all…

Kinda, huh?

YES

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7-UP

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So Tired

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🙂

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Oodles of Poodles

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MOM

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Shake the Shot

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Back Door Cam

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Friday the 13th in Kelso: A Digital Diary

After Jon and I visited Cima, CA, we made our way to Kelso. This ghost town also has active railway tracks running through it, and attracted far more tourists than our previous stop had.

We checked out some old west exhibits at the museum and were hoping to find some chow at the depot’s restaurant, but alas, it’s closed until further notice. A dozen or so random people wandered around the area surrounding the depot/museum and the abandoned post office across the street.

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Yup, it’s an old post office.

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Upon closer inspection, we discovered that the post office’s two large front windows served as a mass grave for unfortunate birds and insects.

We can do it!

On an old hearth next to the post office. 

After playing post office, we decided to double back and visit an abandoned house we saw just down the road.

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The front porch.

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The small amount of graffiti on the walls was actually rather pleasant.

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All the best things: broken windows, old doors, peeling wallpaper, and a ceiling that now serves as a floor.

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I a-door this room.

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The Fates

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I was happy to see so much silly, vintage wallpaper still stubbornly clinging to the walls.

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A surprisingly colorful view from the back room.

A surprisingly colorful view from the back room.

The only person who approached us during our shenanigans was a park ranger who wanted to make sure we weren’t causing trouble. We asked her about local cemeteries (as we hadn’t seen any in Cima or Kelso). She told us she had heard of one where Chinese immigrants who built the railroad were buried, but she didn’t know where it was exactly. I suspect this may be the one she was talking about. I know where I’ll be creepin’ next time I’m in Kelso!