Sometimes I decide to divert from my road trip and explore a town, simply because I know there’s nothing there. Such was the case, when I drove upon Avon, Montana. Avon has just a few streets, only some of which are paved. There’s a church… … a few buildings… … and of course, a few old railroad tracks cut through the edge of town. As I recall, there were a couple of dogs here too, determined to bark away intruders. Business must be pretty slow for them. Before I knew it, I was back at the railroad tracks again. Aside […]