| Belly up to the bar, cowgirl. 
 
 
 
 
 
♫ A, b, c, d, e, f, g...♫ 
 
 
 
Flora Temple's home.  She lived in Castle Dome City until she was 92.  By that time electricity had reached the city. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The forge at the Blacksmith Shop. 
 
 
 
  
As I wander around this desolate ghost town, all that is left here are the possessions belonging to the souls who once lived and worked here.  I am reminded of a time when my soul was this desolate before I was irresistibly drawn by God.  My heart and soul were a ghost town before I knew Jesus.  I was without hope.  Jesus now dwells in me and because of Him new life and hope have sprung up in this former ghost town. 
 
 
 
Jail cell. 
 
 
"I'm innocent.  I swear!  You've got the wrong cowgirl." 
 
 
Stage Depot 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Mercantile 
 
 
 
A little girl's doll and boots.  I wonder who she was and what became of her.  This is all the memory that is left of her.  God remembers who she is. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A picnic lunch with G and Richard and Donna. 
 
 
No trespassing at the mine! Two filled graves and one empty grave waiting to be filled.  The grave markers read: 
1st Trespasser:  Shoot first and ...What?   
2nd Trespasser:  "But I caint read."  Oh well...   
3rd Trespasser:  Next..? 
 
 
 
Miner's bunkhouse 
 
Miner's bath house 
 
 
 
Miner's Graveyard 
 
 
 
 
 
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Some great pics there. I bet you had fun with D & D. Wish I were there!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great place to visit! Something about the desert I find incredibly beautiful. I like it.
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