We had to stop. Morbid curiosity and perverse fascination? Yeah, that was there a bit. Also, it's just so particular to here, closest town Liberty, North Carolina. And one more thing. There's a pure yearning in small churches that I want a piece of, even just to stand on the spot and try to soak in what I can. But then there was this: what we found seemed more like a survivalist compound: a strange mix of seemingly abandoned, and new-and-locked-up. And in the three or four minutes that we were there, three large pickup trucks driven by large men in camo gear. Hmm.
