Interstate 40, 12 miles North, long ago bypassed it and now it has little reason to be.
And this is it: Exquisitely pure and colorful salt water just under a crusty layer. A cloride plant sucks this in, dries and sells it. A lovely foreigner took this photo.
All the rooms were empty. No guest.
No one attends this church anymore and it seems to droop in sadness.
We pause for lunch and a nap.