“Someone” lived here once upon a time. “Someone” must have worked very hard to make ends meet, cook meals, raise children, keep warm in an uninsulated house in extremely cold winters, and keep their spirits up when the nearest neighbour was miles away.
I can’t imagine anyone being that tough, to live out there so isolated and to work so hard on the land, fighting the elements.
I peeked into the house and saw the kitchen stove still in its place. It must have run on propane, as I doubt they had electricity until later years. They probably had to bring the water to the house from somewhere, either with buckets, or from a shallow well that you had to pump by hand. Either way, it would have been a chore to heat water for a bath.
Most likely the nearest neighbours were the local birds and other animals like coyotes, porcupines, deer, and rattlesnakes.
The pronghorns must have been a wonderful sight to see then, just as they are now. These antelopes were about half a mile away when I tried to snap a shot of them.
The one in the photo below looks like it might be trying to grow antlers. A young buck, maybe?
Another neighbour’s feed house tells the story of the climate in this area. Do you think it’s windy much?
You have to be very tough to live in this country. It’s one thing to visit here, but to actually spend a winter in this harsh place takes a lot of fortitude.