When I was a little girl I was terrified of older, small towns, I convinced they were inhabited by ghosts. There were many times I would panic while pulling up to a old motel while on a road trip and feeling I would spend the night where a few people had to have brutally murdered (too much Shining as a child). It wasn't until a few years ago that I learned that these places have the most amazing textures and oddities. It really is like stepping into a time machine (time travel is the one superpower I always choose when asking my preferred superpower).
Helper Utah is a tiny town about 2 hours south-east of Salt Lake, a partially abandoned coal mining town with underground tunnels which served as passages to spread the word to the all brothels that the law was coming during tho prohibition era. Walking around by myself was a trip. I like walking a new area with my eyes wide open. The burnt up gas station blew my mind... oh the textures.
