When was the last time you walked into a history book? I got to a few days ago in Pioche, Nevada. My father-in-law was raised in the Wild West. His dad was a iron/oar/silver miner. For two awesome days my family and I visited the old tromping grounds. And it was awesome. Sometimes I think my projects are time consuming or complicating to pull off, but the women and men that forged the west were the real thing. They were hard core, and I think their history is beautiful.
We camped at Cathedral Gorge outside of Panaca (sister town to Pioche), it is full of sandstone caves and caverns. We had a blast wandering through the splendor:
We wandered around town and relived some of grandpa’s favorite stops:
We even saw wild mustangs out on the range outside of town:
But my favorite was Boot Hill, Pioche’s Cemetary. It is where 72 men were buried before anyone in the town died from natural causes. Stuff like fights over poker games and gun duels because of a dog. Legend is they buried them so fast they didn’t even take their boots off. Boot hill is on the left in the picture below, with the modern cemetery on the right. You can also see the old miner carts still hanging above that transported the mining materials from the mountain. My father in law used to play in them as a child, now we just have organized and supervised play dates (hey, I do it to):
The Wild West was a beautiful place!