First, a few words I just overheard.
Owen: Hey Dad, you ever heard of this guy Dick Cavett?
Ernie: Oh, yeah.
Owen: He's cool as shit.
Ok, anyway….this sweet little thing may have been my favorite find on our whole trip. We were in the middle of nowhere trying to find our way from the 1827 Abraham Byrd house back to where we were supposed to be. We both saw this as we passed by….and went "ohhhh" as Ernie slowed down to turn around. I assume it's a smokehouse. It just has the open door with 1920 above it, and the chimney. No windows. It's like this stunning little jewel in the middle of nowhere. There were no other buildings on that side of the road. Across from it was a trailer kind of thing if I recall correctly, and further back a house that didn't look lived in….probably mid century so well past this little creature's time of birth.
The sun was kind in the wrong place so the pictures aren't great, but DAMN, I love this guy. Somewhere near Williamsville, Missouri as far as I can tell.
Ernie for scale