
As we neared the town we passed by the ruins of an old miner's shack.
I had to stop to get a picture of the gate for Kickin' Ass Ranch. Too bad I didn't get in a little closer.




These hollyhocks were easily eight feet tall.
Some of the old buildings had been made into shops; others were undergoing repairs and reconstruction.


We saw an old miner who had stopped in at Mary's Bar for a cool drink in the shade. Parked out front was his vehicle, an old converted pickup truck drawn by six or eight little burros, with a spare burro tied at the back. I would give anything if I had taken his picture, but I was too shy to intrude. Ah, well, I have the memory of the scene.
2 comments:
do people still mine? i feel like big companies would own all the working mines now.
Apparently there are still a few old time prospectors and I was just lucky enough to see one.
~clairz
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