Nice stuff. There is a school out by my neck of the woods built in a similar fashion. I'd go take pictures of it but rumor has it there's a guy living in there who's a little on the unhinged side. I think a lot of the schools built out West in that era were based all on the same basic pattern.
Talking of my interpretation of these pictographs and petroglyphs, I thought I was the geek but the rumors where I'm from says that the americans had multiple language families in 1492 something Indo-European speaker never had. This collection you documented just reconfirms it for me.
That looks some kind of wagon to me. Or maybe a trailer. Probably used to haul the stuff came from the mining site.
That trail reminds me of our first trail trip with our '88 Wrangler YJ. Hoping to finish its restoration and install the Smittybilt SRC roof rack thing coming month.
Short little video of an explore I made a few weeks ago. I've been meaning to post this for some time but was overcome by a lot of RL events with work & stuff. But I am starting a series of videos on the Oregon Trail as it came through Boise, and one of those videos includes the tiny town of Mayfield, Idaho. I read about it in a newspaper and saw that there is going to be a concerted effort to develop the area around the old town site and figured I should collect some images while I could. I found a really cool region close to my home that I knew nothing about, so I may go out there again for more videos.
Anyhow, here's a link for the interested and I'll try to pick up the pace and do more than one video a month!
I heard about Elberton from a couple of townfolk in the nearby small town of Garfield, WA. It wasn't until this past summer that I finally got a chance to explore and find the once thriving town, now not so much. Only a handful of structures remain from what once was a 200 acre, 500 person town in a draw along the Oregon-Washington Railroad (no longer used). The town was evidently started by a man named C.D. Wilbur and named after his son Elbert. Due to several catastrophic events (a fire and the great depression to follow), the town began a rapid decline and is now down to about 15 full-time residents. Whitman County bought the townsite and made a park there with hiking trail and other paths through the ruins in 1970. The most prominant reminders of what once was are the in-tact Church (United Brethren, I believe) and the perennial gardens from homesteads past that continue to grow in the Spring. Below are a few pictures of what you see there now.
Walking up C Street in Virginia City, Neek, Sar and I decided to explore one last saloon in town. Like the other saloons, this place has a history going back to the 19th century. It also, like some other saloons, has reports of paranormal activity. But there’s something about the Washoe Club that demands a closer look, which is exactly what we gave it!
A couple months ago here in northern Nevada an ammo company was looking for a place to shoot out to 2.5 miles, my friend (used to be sponsored by them) I showed them an area out off the 95N just south of the I-80. They seemed like good folks at first so I spent a couple days with them in our beautiful desert shooting. We all left the first time, no trash cleaned up, then afterwards they came out again, didn' invite me, ok fine no big deal, they put out a video of them doing a 2,500 yard shot in my spot a couple months later. Yesterday I went out with a friend to shoot long range out there, we set up our targets, go to the shooting position at the mine entrances. There is an old collapsed house up there I start walking around and find a grill they left, then I find about 20 foam ear plugs, bags of trash, soda cans, and wood and soda cams tossed into a hole about 7 foot deep, I called them out about it and they are saying I staged it! Ha, yeah ok. Can't trust folks one bit. I am mad at myself for showing them this area. I cleaned it all up and threw it away for em.
The main drag in Virginia City, Nevada (known as C Street) normally evokes the feeling of an Old West town. The street is filled with old saloons, many of them dating back to the 19th century when the town was in the throes of a silver rush from the discovery of the Comstock Lode in 1859. But on the day that Neek, Sar and I visited, the main feeling that C Street evoked was hunger!