As we pulled onto Main Street my husband, who was driving, took on a dry monotone voice suited to a tour guide as he started pointing out buildings and explaining their history.
Then there is St. Anthony's, the most quaint little chapel you've ever seen.
Of course, Helper wouldn't be Helper without it's Library/Auditorium/City Hall. Who has Big John keeping watch just outside it's doors. This also used to be the elementary school, but obviously those 20 kids couldn't be crammed in along with the books and political members.
The railroad station is close to the end of the road, but it holds some wonderful vintage photography opportunities, so we of course had to stop there.
And last but not least, as we drove down the road with my husband still giving us historical tidbits we approached the last building in the row.
What?! (Double Take)
And the kicker-