Rounding the curve which revealed the inhabited (9 apparent humans, lots of rabbits and rattlesnakes) ghost town of Nelson, Nevada, I was struck by the other-worldly feeling of the place with the heat shimmering in waves off of the cars, trucks and buildings. My feeling was confirmed when I found a Buick in a faux garage (not a shed behind a fire station) a bunch of old hanging saddles, an equal bunch of hanging outboard motors, double and triple decker vehicles and other oddities that evoked visions of them trans-morphing into beings not of this world on a moonless night, the full moon nights being given over to ghosts and werewolves.