I went out to Beryl (pronounced Burr-ul) and Lund, two little ghost towns out in the middle of nowhere. Only a handful of people live out there now, but you wouldn’t know it by looking. The towns were both railroad stops in their heydays, but they never really had much of a population. The train tracks are still there, and a few abandoned, hollowed-out buildings are still standing, and there’s a spooky air of former humanity. All the buildings of note (train depot, post office, hotel, etc.) have long been demolished. There are a few trailers out there but even those look haggard and stripped-out. Ghost towns, when left to decay naturally, are sort of like distinctly American ruins. And you pass through, only able to wonder what used to go on there.