The American West has always had pull. Gravitational in its power and strength on the human mind. It's a land of limitless possibilities, or infinite adventure, and untold riches. There's pull in the mountains, in its deserts, from the towering conifer forests, and dark, foreboding canyons. The West is where dreams live.
And where some die.
While countless cities and metropolitan areas have arisen from this often hostile, always stunning, landscape, countless more have seen themselves fall into disrepair, consumed by the deserts they once arose from, and expeditiously abandoned. Their riches either plundered, forgotten, or found wanting by those who once called them home.
