6 pm I made my way to the Hobby Garage to catch up with all the scale guiros before heading to the Maryville House for dinner. Soon after arriving at the Hobby Garage we were kicked out and driving in a convoy to the middle of nowhere. Quite literally the middle of nowhere, The Marysville House was, as far as I could tell, the lone business in a ghost town, surrounded by empty buildings and rotting cars. Continue reading