As afternoon waned we all returned to our vehicles by different routes.
It was written by a man who worked at the mine in 1935.
So many times when visiting old sites I think about how the stories of the men and women who lived and worked at these long abandoned locations have been forgotten. After reading Mr. Moore's story we had to visit.
Driving north on the Camp Rock Road.
Jan spotted some coyote melon (Cucurbita palmata) alongside the road. She is laughing because I had just told her that the outside of the melon was covered with hallucinatory dust. I told her this immediately after she had touched one.