Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Down A Hollar To Dante, Virginia

You might think you've gone to hell, but Dante rhymes with "paint." Get your southern accent on and it rolls off the tongue. Dante is classic coal, a tiny town crammed into a hollar, created by a coal company that brought tracks into the area to pull all the black gold out. Glory days and heavy mining are long gone. Left behind, signs of another era.

Empty hopper cars outside the center of town.

You've arrived. A friendly greeting. Main street is a set of railroad tracks with company houses dotting the sides.

Old Christmas decoration in the dilapidated train depot.

Ball field. Iconic view, tracks through a hollar.

Never able to forget why the town exists.

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