Frenchglen…where you can hear the wind whisper
Frenchglen…population 12
The Mercantile was closed, apparently abandoned…
perhaps waiting for tourist season to open.
perhaps waiting for tourist season to open.
If benches could talk…
This is the west, people!
Goodbye, modernity…
If you sat on this chair…
…this would be the big picture…
…above this.
For all its decay, there was still evidence of a good life.
In the distance a man leans against a fencepost.
Friendly and welcoming, he was content living in Frenchglen.
Frenchglen still has a heartbeat;
however, it seems a gasp away from being a ghost town.
A Living Pencil 
Enjoyed the pictorial ~Did y’all stay at the Frenchglen Hotel?
@hiddenart – No, we didn’t. It was in our original plan, but it is very remote.
Beautiful photography, Carol! My question: did you eat there? and specifically, did you make reservations for dinner?
@LimboLady – No, we didn’t. But we smelled dinner: scrumptious smelling! I think there was only one guest at the hotel that night.