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I spent only six minutes in Montana. I crossed the border and exited the first chance I got, in order to turn around. I had seen a creepy looking ruin at the last exit in Idaho, listed as Humphrey. I went back into Idaho and exited Humphrey — there was nothing there. The road was roped off, and only this massive ruin remained — notable for its sheer size. I had to walk seventy yards up the off-ramp to get near it. I started to walk across the snowy field to it, and whoomp I went in up to my waist in crunchy snow. Undaunted I kept going, but after a while I came to the barbed wire barrier — which was made extra threatening due to the deep snow. Snow already starting to melt into my sneakers and jeans, I gave up at that point and got this picture with the Rollei Automat. Kodak 400NC has been good to me in the past, but this image came out rather strange. It may have been x-rayed at the airport, or perhaps Humphrey is just haunted.

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