A real ghost town

I am at the point in my life, where the crowded towns and lots of people, bustling about, is less desirable than before.  I would rather take a quiet walk in the woods or on a quiet beach and become one with nature.  I like having time to think and meditate on things that are more important.  It is getting harder and harder to find these quiet places.  Our country is growing fast and quiet spots are being swallowed up.
I was out driving the back roads one day when I stumbled upon a real, ghost town.  It was down some narrow lanes, nestled in the hills.  Hidden from most people, who live in the bigger towns.  The first thing that I spotted was an abandoned log cabin.  Looked to be a one or two room cabin.  It was very small.  Then there was an old abandoned church, sitting alongside, a crystal blue creek, glistening in the sunlight.  This was picture perfect.  I very seldom see a church that sits by a creek. Words can’t describe how perfect it was.  Just ahead of me was a country store, with abandoned cars and tractors parked along side of it, a glider chair on its porch.  I was so glad, to see all these abandoned buildings, untouched by vandals.   There was no graffiti.  Out from the country store was a large farm.  The farm house was three stories, with a wrap around porch.  I can only imagine how great it would be, to sit here, in the evening, as the sun was setting, sipping on a cup of coffee and watching the evening colors coat the sky.  It would be so peaceful and beautiful.  I am sure there are lots of wildlife that cross through here also.  I could embrace this lifestyle.  But believe it or not.  There is more.   a one room school house, back a lane.  Windows were boarded up but the door was unlocked.  Walking inside, I entered a coat room.  There was a row of hooks, which I am sure, at one time held many coats, on cool days.  From the coat room it opened up into a large room, where the classes were held.  The blackboard was gone and there were no desks to be seen.  The school was in excellent shape.  It was very dark inside, even with my flashlight. I didn’t see any water damage, missing floor boards or a damaged roof .  It was great!   From here I went up to the farm house which still held many treasures inside.  There were cabinets, tea sets, dish wares and much more.  Left as if someone had just walked away.  There were broken windows.  I don’t know if it was from weather and time or from humans.  There still wasn’t any signs of vandals.  Good!   Things were not broken and scattered about. It looked untouched.  I was not going to disturb this place either.  Along the road there were many other abandoned homes, some in descent shape, some not so much.  But the sun was setting so it was time to move on to another adventure on another day.