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Gold King Mine and Ghost Town just outside Jerome, Arizona is filled with a mish-mash of abandoned classic cars, mine equipment, collectibles, farm animals and a working antique saw mill. Many of the buildings still stand. They include an old shoe repair shop, dentists office, blacksmith shop and an old schoolhouse. If you love antiques and a lot of junk, you would love this place. We had a great time wandering around. This is one of the many old trucks, cars, etc. that are scattered here and there.
Wednesday June 24th 1998
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
That makes me think of two.
Last night my little shelter didn’t really do much but annoy the hell out of me - the wind blowing down the valley kept whipping the flaps back and forth - ARGH! Finally around 2am I got so sick of hearing them woosh together that I abandoned the tent for the back of the Jeep. A little cramped but a lot quieter.
I got up this morning and decided that I needed to stick around Zion for a bit longer - Angel’s Landing was calling me. I needed to exhaust some of these thoughts out of my mind. So I got up, took a dip in the freezing river and commenced the long climb up the mountain. As I went along and the terrain got steeper and steeper and the sun hotter and higher in the sky. It was strenuous and dangerous (which I’ll get to in a bit) and my legs now feel like jello but the payoff , the view, was definitely worth it. Just like yesterday at the Narrows - anything worth getting to isn’t easy.
Well I got up near the top and saw the last .5 miles of trail looming up ahead of me and thought “you have got to be kidding.” Right then and there I realized why it is named “Angel’s Landing” - probably because if you slip you die. The last section of trail was one of the scariest, yet exhilarating things I have ever done. The trail was about 3-4 feet across with 1,000ft drop offs on both sides…like walking the plank. There was a single metal cable strung between loose polls running the center - at times you had to stop and squeeze into a crevice while another hiker scooted around in the other direction. It was great though - ADVENTURE - like I’ve never experienced before.
I got to the summit where my mouth automatically fell agape in amazement and the camera just seemed like something so small and ill-equipped to do any justice to the view. As I was sitting there I heard a fellow hiker mention that he was from the Chicago area. We struck up a conversation and he knows where my cousin Melissa lives - His name was Pat Mooney and he teaches Physics, Chemistry and Earth Science to high schoolers. Most interestingly he has a friend who is a photographer in New Jersey that travels to small towns in the Carolinas on the weekends to photograph the people, and communities. Sounds like a very kindred spirit. Pat and I hiked down off of Angel’s landing sharing stories about America. We shook hands and parted ways at the trail head.
As I was walking back to my car I came across two more extraordinary people. What grabbed my attention was the baby blue ‘68 VW camper with the engine compartment propped open and a man elbow deep in grease - at first I though it was Rob from T or C, but then I saw a woman sitting in a chair next to the slider, feet up and reading “War and Peace.” I just had to hear their stories. So I walked up and introduced myself. Come to find out they are from Sidney Australia - up and over here in America traveling across the country. Now these two were my type of people. Steve Turner, originally from New Zealand and Johanna Brem, originally from Germany. They flew into L.A. without a plan, bought this old VW from a used car lot and set out across the desert for the summer. Now he’s two valves down, and quickly loosing a third… We sat and talked for three hours about everything - Zion, traveling, literature, history, etc… All the while Steve was tearing apart the heads on the VW and I lent him a hand here and there. Finally, Steve was convinced that he could make it out of the mountains for a partial rebuild somewhere and we began to part ways - I must have made an impression because they insisted on giving me their address and phone number back in Sydney - throwing in that they were only three blocks from the beach and always open to people crashing for days or weeks. I put the info into my journal and who knows, maybe someday I will look them up.
So here I am back in the campground where the winds is blowing worse then last night so this old backseat looks mighty inviting. Tomorrow I plan on dropping a call into the Last’s - maybe take them up on their promise of a hot meal and a soft bed?
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If your wondering what the heck this is all about, go here.
To keep track of progress on a map - here.
Old Formula race car at the museum Prototyp Hamburg its a great museum for all car lovers.
Alter Formelrennwagen im Museum Prototyp Hamburg ist ein tolles Museum für alle Autoliebhaber
For this week's theme on Macro mondays "anything goes" a picture of my birthday's gift. Hasselblad 500 ELM with distagon 1:4 50 mm. HMM
old Los Angeles Fire Dpeartment helmet from Engine Company 73 manufactured by the Pettibone Mfg. Co. in the 1930s
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Hold onto the light, despite the dark night. For the old ways will return to sabotage what's bright.
I was taking a picture of this neat old building when this friendly fella stepped in to improve the shot.
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October 28, 2018
Howard County, Missouri
Old park amphitheater.
Amphitheater stands among the greenery of one of the largest parks in the city. Sometimes it is used. When he stands without music, he gives a melancholy impression. Couples meet here, yoga classes are held in the nearby clearing, friends will sit down to talk. Only the trees surrounding it on all sides accompany it constantly.
Say bye bye winter - starting my South England series today :)
The Old Harry Rocks are one of the top drone-spots in the UK but unfortunately the wind was way too strong to fly that morning. Turns out the white coast has some awesome 'normal' perspectives to offer as well :)
Inspired by a Fable of Aesop: "The old man, the boy and the donkey". This fable was told by parents and masters, sung by poets and troubadours; it was the subject of painters and engravers.
created for: Surrealart challenge " The Fable "
Won 2nd place!!
Sky photo by Andrew Small on Unsplash.
Boy and donkey by Dimitrisvetsikas1969 on Pixabay.
Old Man photo on Best Running
Textures by Topaz.
HE > i
Old Queensway Tunnel tollbooth, situated by George's Dock Ventilation and Control Station, Liverpool city centre.
As the Old Spice commercials once proclaimed, “If your grandfather hadn't worn it, you wouldn't exist.” Old Spice for the Crazy Tuesday challenge, Perfume/aftershave bottle/falcon.
Happy Crazy Tuesday!
Last light of the day on the distinctive "Old Man's Hat" hanging rock formation on Quarantine Head.
One of my favourite local places - almost always deserted, spectacular cliffs and views across the harbour, and so much tangible history visible as well.
The Old Inventor found this Specimen in the ruins of a destroyed Extraterrestrial village. He brought him back to his Attic for repairs.
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