Last stop on the itinerary before I pack the urbex gear away again. Will this site finally be any good?
In short: not really. The site was right next to a neighbour that apparently was a Big Rig driver, judging by the truck revving that was going on while there. I’d parked ages away with the car hidden by tumbleweeds, but here I was at an abandoned chicken farm. The house was more or less stripped of anything of value, though was fortunately without the graffiti of other sites. The large cages at the rear of the property give a small clue as to what this site was used for but by and large were long since devoid of occupants.