While out on a stroll taking pictures of cabins, I encountered another human being. He told me his name was Anno… a good German name…and he owned three cabins adjacent to his home out at the end of Wonder Valley, where you just might fall off the face of the earth. I asked him if he wouldn’t mind posing with his dog next to one of his cabins. He also pointed me in the direction of a homestead shack where someone had died recently, told me I could get some real good pictures there. I found the old car in the sand and the container of yellow bullets shells there.