One of the more recent grain elevators out in Eastern Oregon. When I say recent, I mean less than one hundred or so years old. The really old ones were made out of wood, and were absolute behemoths. These metal-sided containers are still pretty massive, but not nearly as cool. Hey, I’ll take a photo of it for the archives though.
The more the merrier; if you ever come across a wooden grain elevator, let me know!
I first came across this bit of desolation near Kent, OR back in 2012.
On this property was a gallon glass jug that had been halfway filled with bones from dead critters, mostly mice.
It creeped me the heck out. I came back to check in on the bottle this year, and to my surprise it was in the exact place I’d left it.
Mind you, this is three years later, but this time… there was only like two or three mice bits left! Nothing else but air, a few bugs and a little bit of dust!
What kind of weird carnivorous jug is this?
I left it where it stood.
Heck, there’s holes as big as your head all around the house, so I wasn’t about to stick around and figure this mystery out.
Cray…
Maybe it’s just the air around here but these ghosts remind you of some early Beastie Boys moment, frozen in time.
They seem to want you to turn around and… oh look, maybe they’re pointing to that other ghost!
Weird, how did you not see that before? And the ghost these three are pointing towards seems to have… a bicycle?
Did it just get here or something?
You gotta check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out… What-wha-what-what-what’s it all about? (RIP Adam Yauch)
This crusty old metal Coca-Cola sign was something I found laying in the dust of East Las Vegas. There’s a little paint still hanging on, but for the most part it’s camouflaged against the desert floor.
One of the loneliest piles of garbage I’ve ever seen… I had to get a photo once I noticed the hawk in the background.
I still haven’t figured out what this is… combine part? Old buggy suspension? Any ideas?
You’ve noticed this same thing happening around the area; these half-buried wooden structures that look like they were once cabins, maybe? But now it’s hard to tell so many years later.
So you step closer to the old door frame in order to take a better look inside. The gravel leading in suddenly gives way and you lose your footing, slipping through the door! Broken glass and gravel, dust and small rocks follow you inside the little room as you scramble to catch a foothold… but this cat litter of doom is as fast as you are!
You start getting panicked. Death by little landslide!?
After several cough-filled seconds, the dust flow slows to a mild torrent and you finally get some leverage.
There are tumbleweeds piled up in every corner of this small room, but you start to realize that the bottom is somehow deeper than the few boards of a “floor” that’s barely keeping you from falling further. Holy crap! It’s unreal that you haven’t crashed through by now!
Maybe you should get the heck out of here and run away. There’s still that tiny Fort over by your vehicle… or you can just bail on this place altogether, adventurer.
Totally up to you, just get out of here.
I love Eastern Oregon. This wood is completely weathered out from the intense dryness and brutal, constant sun. I noticed the face in this board, looking somewhat like a whale. Portrait, taken.
From this angle you can see the reinforced doors better, which starkly contrast the collapsed mess of a roof and supporting walls.
You decide to look closer look at the front doors.
Not entirely sure what the story is, here. It looks like someone built a building next to a wash, ravine, or small canyon. Weather did what it all too often does so well, and caught them by surprise one day. As you can see, the back of the building has fallen into the ravine.