When we left our campsite we took a little-used road that soon went from asphalt to gravel. It was a good choice because we could doddle along and not hold anyone up. We stopped to see this Turkey Vulture on a stump and then noticed there were many of them circling around. We couldn't see what had attracted them but no doubt it was something either dead or dying.
Farther on we came to Granite City, a ghost town of which little remains. Once it boasted 200 homes and 22 saloons. Now a few cabins are standing ( propped up). Too bad it was not maintained as a place to visit the past.
Every ghost town seems to have its cemetery on a nearby hill and Granite City is no exception.
I like wandering about and reading the grave markers.
We passed a quiet lake,
a field of sheep,
swampland full of bird life,
abandoned log barns,
and even some deer willing to let us get close enough to get a photo.