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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Surfing into Silver Reef

On our way back from Springdale, J drove us back a different route, so we could stop by another old ghost town, Silver Reef near Leeds, Utah.

Silver Reef was once a booming mine town, now its historical buildings are museums. There's also a large population of artists and artisans, and a local restaurant, The Cosmopolitan, has been part of the community since the time of the silver mine.

While we didn't stop by the museum (which was probably closed anyway because of the holiday), or poke around the displays of old mining equipment or ore carts, we did hop out of the car to look at the scenery.


If you can't read the sign, here's the text:
Site of the old Barbee and Walker Mill
All that remain are the rock walls
across the canyon. It began
operations in 1887. By 1908 it
ceased operations marking
the end of the old silver reef.

You could lean over the edge and pear down part of an old sluicing shaft,

or stand near the edge of the canyon walls and look
out towards the remains of the mine buildings.

Here's the view of another part of town.

You could ponder the wonders of the differing elevations and topography,

Or revert to childhood and just have a ball.

Maybe we shouldn't have a snowball fight so close the canyon edge ...
It's a long way down to the valley floor.
Those are the tops of trees by J's fingers.
Next stop, back to J's house to gear up for our trip to the range ... in Arizona.

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