And the thunder rolls ... rain falls as we sit on the front porch of Powderhouse. The air is fresh and cold. Gi sits on my lap, tucked under a red-and-black checkered fleece blanket. It's cozy. Dinner cooks. Smells of BBQ chicken, corn on the cob and potatoes waft out through the open front door. A scary movie is planned for later.
We visited the The Old Hundred Gold Mine today. You take a 1500 foot tram ride into the heart of the mountain. From there our guide showed us the tools of the trade, both past and present. Imagining a 10 to 12 hour work day shoving spikes into blue granite made me immediately grateful for my cushy bank job. Learned the Texas prospectors that opened the mine never did find enough gold to justify the 11 million they sank into it.
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