The bunkhouse sits just under a south facing hill. On the left side is the living quarters with bed, table, and at one time an old stove. Many a hired hand has slept here… many a visitor…
On the right side is the remnants of the blacksmith shop with various tools and mysterious pieces in the shadow of a huge bellows. Old horseshoes hang everywhere. A workbench holds old boxes and ancient dust. Newer pieces of things wait patiently in 5 gallon plastic buckets. Newer plastic dams are stacked there. Plumbing supplies are ready for the badlands pipeline.
Over all is the sod roof.
The only real sod roof I’ve ever seen.
Covered in prickly pear and bunch grasses, it has protected the bunkhouse forever.
