Okay, here's a tip: When someone says we will be taking a road named "Oh My God Road", ask if there is an alternate route. It is named as such for a reason. theoretically, 2 cars *could* pass each other on this twisty, gravelly, no guardrail having road. But one of them might lose a side view mirror. Better to lose a mirror than to tumble down the side of the cliff, though. I grew up in MV. I can drive over The Mountain pretty fearlessly. But this was just wrong. I never looked over the side and i leaned away from the drop at all times. I was truly scared and i think i mentioned Valium at least 4 times....sweaty, shakey, no good no fun scared.
leaning towards high land whilst ignoring "the view":
our trusty vehicle on a wider road:
we began our tour of RG at the cemetery. well, first we found this right outside the gate:
maybe there is a better place for an outdoor toilet? I'm just saying.
moving on....The ground is full of quartz and was full of gold. It sparkles. wildflowers pepper the graves. Most of the graves were from the mid 1800s. Lots of children who never made it past 4 years old are buried there. A few families. Some of the graves had plastic flowers as decorations. Some didn't even have headstones anymore. There was one grave where someone had been buried in the 1990's. I wonder if they were one of the few who still lived in the area, or if the choice to be buried there was some kind of version of "coming home". It's a beautiful place. No sterile lawns and groundskeepers. Just nature and memories. well, and that toilet.
These were carved in the 1920's:
we began our tour of RG at the cemetery. well, first we found this right outside the gate:
maybe there is a better place for an outdoor toilet? I'm just saying.moving on....The ground is full of quartz and was full of gold. It sparkles. wildflowers pepper the graves. Most of the graves were from the mid 1800s. Lots of children who never made it past 4 years old are buried there. A few families. Some of the graves had plastic flowers as decorations. Some didn't even have headstones anymore. There was one grave where someone had been buried in the 1990's. I wonder if they were one of the few who still lived in the area, or if the choice to be buried there was some kind of version of "coming home". It's a beautiful place. No sterile lawns and groundskeepers. Just nature and memories. well, and that toilet.
These were carved in the 1920's:
We wandered around and found some old mines and a house that was clearly occupied by the Manson Family at some point.
Yes, this is a sign that says "Glory Hole Gold Mine".
Really? You find gold in glory holes? i had always heard differently.
It was a good day.
Side Note: Neil is 2 days away from being able to say goodbye to the playoff beard. We close on SF house on Wednesday. He is ready to say goodbye to the house And the beard and all of the "bear" jokes... we both are, really.
"What are you looking at Tilders?"
Eek!
Eek!
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