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Today we went up to the top of the Sandia Mountains, and on the way down stopped at a strange little attraction called Tinkertown:
When you see a parking sign like this, you know you're in for something different.
One view of the exterior. Inside it was filled with one man's hand-carved little people in a town that stretched over 60 feet through an interior made up of random bits of shack. It was hard to photograph, and I'll need to play with those images a bit when I get home before they are really worth looking at.
A wall made out of cement and old bottles, along with other random junk embedded in it like an old kid's wagon.
When you see a parking sign like this, you know you're in for something different.
One view of the exterior. Inside it was filled with one man's hand-carved little people in a town that stretched over 60 feet through an interior made up of random bits of shack. It was hard to photograph, and I'll need to play with those images a bit when I get home before they are really worth looking at.
A wall made out of cement and old bottles, along with other random junk embedded in it like an old kid's wagon.
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