And Smyer is very near to Lubbock, but we have not visited this town before. There is not much to it. It consists mostly of trailer parks. I found two buildings worth photographing.
I think this place is Smyer's official Halloween spookhouse.
Every town needs one of those.
It is not really being "maintained" by the city, but someone does mow the lawn. Otherwise the weeds would be twelve feet tall.
And then in the middle of an isolated thicket, we found this structure. It might have been a dry goods store at one time. It sits by itself on a small plot of land that is completely overgrown.
Are these old buildings examples of historical preservation or simply neglect? Whatever they are, they are the only things in Smyer of any interest whatsoever.
While I investigated this ruin, I was investigated by some small dogs from a trailer park across the street. I was in no danger. They were just showing that they were on the job, sort of. They lost interest pretty quickly.
This fellow hung around for awhile, maybe hoping for a dog biscuit.
That's Smyer. It's a city of ruins and trailer parks. I see no reason for us to return, at least not in the near future.
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