Yesterday Dani and Allegra and I thought that returning to Death Valley, and to Keene Wonder Mine, might be a great idea. Wrong. It's 112 degrees. Instead we're going to the Yuba River near where my grandparents used to own several gold claims.
Here's Keene:
One of my most favorite photos ever. Below the end of the tracks is a pile of ore cars that look as if the ground fell out from under them.
This is when I cried because we had no flashlight.
No miner's booty left.
Looking down from the top.
We have a thing with machinery.
There were 11 of these towers all the way up the mountain.
Oooooh. It's dark in here.
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