There are some nice modern homes, and there are old shacks that belonged to the miners back as long ago as the late 1800's. The author Louis L'Amour spent some time working the mines in Chloride during the Depression (not THIS Depression, mind you) and in his autobiography mentioned his working on a bucket brigade during a big destructive fire there.
Maybe this was his house:
Or maybe this was one of his old haunts:
Here's a view of our hotel room. Can't see the room, just the water tank above it.
We didn't need to stay overnight, since it's only a ninety minute drive from home. But for years we've wondered what it would be like to stay in one of their old rooms.
And we found out.
It's an old hotel. No air conditioning. No television. No insulation in the walls.
We'll stay at home next time.
It was neat to poke around in the old houses, though. A little scary, because I never knew if a badger or something was gonna pop out of a hole and hiss at me.
1. I don't know if badgers even live around here.
2. I don't know if they hiss.
But we do have those lovely rattlesnakes and that's a considerable danger.
Here I am in a kitchen that probably hasn't been occupied in sixty years:
I took a photo of this old structure, thinking it was a storage shed:
But then I saw the pile of stuff underneath and figured out it was an out house. Yay, Shawna's got detective skills!!
We enjoyed some time with the other truck owners down at the little restaurant, then headed out at 2:00. Soon we were back home where the thermometer read 107 degrees. Dang it! When will Fall be here??
