“It’s a globe,” I tell the little girl, holding her up to the window. And I tell her that the sun faded its picture away because it stayed in front of the window too long.
“We should move it,” she says.
But I tell her I don’t think that we’re allowed to because that’s what people like about Bodie– they like that it hasn’t moved.
See also: Bodie, CA (posted 8/22/11)