Frisco
A typical mining town at the foot of the San Fransisco mountain was fed by the fabulously rich Horn Silver Mine. By 1885 over 160,000,000 in zinc, copper, silver, lead, and gold were hauled away by mule train and the Utah Central Railroad. Water was shipped in as well as all supplies. Then the mine caved and people moved away, leaving only a few families of the 4,000 population to maintain their homes, stores, school, and church. By the 1920's only memories and the shifting sands were left.
And here is Chilly reading the sign.
Chilly crouching down and posing for me.
Chilly showing us all how small tall she is.
I think this was a barn because up in the rafters there were two GINORMOUS Katria sized nests. That is how big they were! Below is a picture of one of the nests.
A... thing. I don't know what. I think it fell over, though. Just a guess.
Tetanus!!!!!
The Sister peeking through this... thing. I don't know what it was.
KILNS!!!!!!! This is the inside of one of them.
And here is Chilly taking pictures of inside the kiln.
There was actually a fence surrounding them, but we climbed over it. Don't worry, though. As much a miracle as it may seem (considering all the rusted metal in the area), I didn't get tetanus. The fence was actually bent down in this one area and "climbing" over it consisted of stepping over it.
Archaeologist Chilly in the midst of her documenting.
And then deciding to stop in front of my shot. She's so cute, though, how could I resist taking her picture?
The inside wall of one of the kilns. I may actually have this picture upside down... I'm not sure. Hard to remember.
The roof of one of the kilns, beginning to deteriorate.
This is an unstable building.
And then this nasty looking bug landed on the outside of the car. It was eating a deer fly, so Dad got out to take a picture of it. Sick.
Labels: Chilly, history, Photography, travel
