Tortilla Flats is up in the desert hills east of Mesa, AZ. What’s left of an abandoned old mining town is a bar and gift shop.
This scene looks like a half-baked set from a spaghetti western. The rails are held in place by bent over 16d nails, the new ties aren’t even ties, not a speck of creosote, and lettering is waaay too neat for an ole miner. The rocks were the only thing authentic.
Besides all of the false fronts, I thought it was picture worthy.
Thought for the Day: These are not the nice, sweet little people you think. You’re living in a world of make believe. Donald Trump