It was easy to see the spot had once been grand. I envisioned the well-heeled patrons sipping tea on its wide sweeping deck facing the sea, and a host of fashionably dressed ladies leaning over the balustrade to listen in on the conversations below.
It's hard to drive past The Smith Mansion on the Buffalo Bill Cody Scenic Byway and not wonder what the hell it is. It looks like the work of a madman-- each story of the 75 foot structure is precariously stacked, held up by what seem like impossibly unstable 2x4s nailed together by hand.
As I walk from chamber to chamber the scene is repeated: floors collapsed, walls frozen in their momentary liquid state, stairs that have what resembles a flowing river of lava whose motion was arrested.