Oh the things to be found in the desert

On a westward bound road trip recently undertaken, my mom and I happened upon a few signs strategically strewn along the highway advertising ghost towns. Intrigued, we decided to pull over at a small stop in New Mexico.

Once a happening place where the locals would jump and jive to the beat of the train whistle, this wreck of a town sits quietly by the truck laden highway waiting for time and sand to wear it down into oblivion.

Welcome to Stein New Mexico
The old town store.
It had an American flag sticker in the window that I think may have been original.
When did stickers come to be anyhow?

A really old stagecoach.
Makes me very, very glad for shocks and struts and all that jazz.


An old barn/storage shed. I love the old rusted roof. Makes me wanna grab a Dr. Pepper and a rocking chair and sit around telling yarns and watching to moon rise. The old outhouse. It seems to have been one in Stein.
Perhaps this is why Stein is now a ghost town.