So there's a tumbledown house at the Would-Be Farm –– a modest wooden structure that's slowly collapsing into its foundation after being abandoned sometime in the 1980's.
It sports an outhouse that has been, up until now, frankly, too horrifying for me to examine.
Mr. Linton, however, is a made of sterner stuff. And thus his courage was rewarded:
The photo begs a caption. Or something.
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