The Arctic Fox and I survived the snow storm and are none the worse for wear. I had some concerns about my water pipes in the basement since it actually got down to about 20° last night but I set my furnace for 60°, which for some strange reason is as low as my thermostat wants to go, and it kept everything warm enough so that nothing broke.
All in all it was an educational experience and now I have a better idea about what the Arctic Fox is capable of dealing with, even though hopefully it will never have to deal with it again.
By late morning almost all of the snow had melted off and large parts of the campsites were very muddy. Not enough to get stuck in but still pretty gooey and slippery. I managed to "slither" the truck out of my boondocking site without using four-wheel-drive but I doubt if I could pull the Arctic Fox out at the moment without four-wheel-drive. But I'm sure when I get ready to leave Tuesday it will be just fine
I went to Walmart and picked up a few things and seeing as how it's Sunday I drove down to the old part of town and took a few pictures.
I went to the area of town where the train station is and found that section of town kind of sad. At one time in the past it looked like it had been a very busy and prosperous area with fine hotels and large businesses within a block or two of the train station. And I could see in my minds eye a steam train pulling into the station with dapper gentlemen in their derby hats getting off the train accompanied by ladies in the latest fashion, getting into a carriage that would take them down the block to a first-class hotel.
But it's certainly not like that anymore. When trains stopped being the way that people traveled, the train stations and the areas around them started to deteriorate. What few people continued to ride trains were of more meager means and weren't interested in staying at high class hotels and eating in fancy restaurants. And as things got worse for the trains they were forced to carry more and more cargo and less and less people, which meant that the areas where trains stopped attracted ne'er-do-wells hobos, and bums. And Were not prosperous areas for merchants anymore.
So all that's left are the buildings they left behind, most of which are falling apart or in various states of disrepair. A few buildings have taken on new life as a welding shop or an auto repair place but their glory days are obviously over. And unlike the nicer parts of town where the old buildings have a chance of a new life, the old buildings "down by the tracks" are built on ground where no one wants to be, and have no hope of survival no matter how beautiful they once were, or how many stories they could tell.