08/31/2026
It’s us again.
Still inhaling lath and plaster over here in Rossland.
Renovating a Gold Rush-era house is beginning to feel a little like our own low-budget version of The Money Pit — except every so often, the house gives us something back.
This time, it was shoes.
Old shoes. Very old shoes. Two pairs, hidden inside a wall, with rows of tiny nails still visible in the soles.
Then a visitor arrived whose father and grandfather had lived in this house — and suddenly we had clues.
Not answers. Clues.
And we still have questions.
👞 Turkey Diary #3: The Shoes in the Wall
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