When we pulled off the freeway, the sun had already set behind the mountains and we knew we wouldn't get very far before nightfall. So we pulled off the first "suggested detour" from the site that we found this adventure on. We pulled as close to the creepy tin house as we felt safe in the dusk (the road got kind of rocky, which is fine during the day but not with barely any light). We used the last rays of light to make sure our tent was up and our fire ring was ready.
Then we went exploring the house.
It was only slightly creepy.
The oddly warm breeze did not help the creepy factor.
The house has mostly fallen apart and there isn't much there. Part of the roof has collapsed and there aren't any remains inside of the house. The only thing that has kept its shape is the incinerator. Its just an empty concrete room with hooks on the ceiling. Oh, and a bat. From the house we could see another group of people camping where (we are guessing) the "parking lot" is that we will get to tomorrow. They flashed a light, we flashed a light, then they showed off how much better their flashlight was than ours. Quite entertaining. You probably had to be there.
We figured that was all that was in this area. But when we started exploring and found one adobe house that had mostly crumbled and one place that we wish we had set up camp. This area was once a house, but all that remained was the staircase that led up to it, and a fireplace! Still in mint condition and had obviously been used recently. Now that would have been cool.
Making our way back to the tent we found a hole next to a stake (for some reason there is always a stake next to mines), so we figured there had to be a mine. And we found one! Maybe. My theory is that it was another way into the house, sort of like a secret passage, because there was a hole in the foundation of the house that had a weird ladder thing in it plus it is directly under the house. More investigating is planned for tomorrow to figure out what it is.
Now we are sitting by the fire, listening to owls and the wind knock parts of the tin house together. Or ghost miners going to work. Either way.
More tomorrow!
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