A steady stream of fear and excitement poured through me as I crashed the car door into the fresh country air. The fresh prairie wind whipped right through my jacket, and after nearly half an hour of crawling through wet sawgrass with my flashlight, I went back to my car in the middle of the night. My adrenaline kept me awake as we traveled through the sleepy landscape, looking for a place to touch down at night, but I couldn't.
As we left the motorway to drive on the rural side road west of the ghost town, the thick cloud cover from the early evening broke and the clouds fell, which further yellowed the already dusty gold arena. I drove to a lonely gas station off the highway, where I missed my tank, which was almost bone dry, and it seemed as if a large fire had burned most of my pumps. Several different compositions have captured the night sky over the town of Sherbrooke, North Dakota, north of Fargo.
With red gel in hand, Katie and I reluctantly tucked into what was left of the old building. She said that as we crawled out of this glorified hut of rotting wood, my intestines screamed that it was going to collapse completely under a single gust of wind.
As my toes thawed in the car, I was overwhelmed once again by the familiar warmth and vertiginous ease. After a few hours of shooting, we decided that the cold had actually won the battle against our toes and poor shoe choice. As we drove north to Sherbrooke, our surroundings became increasingly bleak. It may seem like we were all the way to conquer a decaying ghost town in its final days, but we weren't.
Even under the bright moon we could barely see the silhouetted ruins of Sherbrooke in the dark thicket. Sure, the muted metal sheen that stuck in the knee - tall weeds were actually a sight for sore eyes. It was hard to imagine a city that had been forgotten until now, but it is still there, just a few hundred meters away.
There is no evidence that the city was spied on, but a man with a haunting description sealed its fate. We saw a few signs of life in the shape of a roadside sign that read "Sherbrooke, North Dakota.