We had been told about hobo camps nearby because of the railroad lines that run through this way. If you look at the tallest tree in that cluster of pines across the tracks, just to the left of our Hobo sign in this photo taken yesterday, you will see the location of one of the three camps in this vicinity. Charlotte Zacker, who owned Charlotte's Cafe here, and had a reputation as having the best legs in town, used to bring food to these men in her bouffant hair and gossamer gowns.
The days of hobo camps may be gone, but the days of making new memories for our children's children's children live on. Next time you're in the neighborhood, don't be a stranger. Stop by and say hello. We've got some beautiful nature photography and art here as well as next door at our framing gallery Art Dimensions. And bikes of all kinds for some of the best rides of your life.
In the meantime, enjoy the day.