Feb. 28... Pam got wild and crazy today and decided that she wanted to go Jeeping out in the desert, so I figured that I better go along for the ride and keep her out of trouble. She headed out into the desert from our campground, swerving around cactus and creosote bushes like they were traffic cones, and diving into gullies and through washes, throwing stones and putting a cloud of dust in the air. Then, before I could control her, she shot right down the middle of a golf course, and right past a 'keep out' sign, right into a federal gold mine claim.
All of the above is true, but this is a prime example of how facts can tell a different story than what really happened. We headed out, on BLM campground property, on previously formed dry, dusty roads, and Pam went around a few plants, at about five mph, hooting and giggling. We went through two washes, after she got out of the Jeep and scouted them out. Then we started noticing red and yellow flags, on both sides of us, inside of small 'greens', whose boundaries were dug out with a shovel. There were red and yellow stones marking men's and ladies 'tees,' and little signs with par information and distances. There were also a few benches near the tees. All this was laid out in the middle of the desert with all natural cactus and shrubs and rocks undisturbed, washes and roads and ruts unlandscaped. There was actually three people out there who looked like they were playing a game of golf. We just drove right through it, right on the dirt road. A little further out, we came to two gold mine claims that someone has been working, one very small, the other pretty big, with metal grate covered holes that I couldn't see the bottom of. There were some holes with wooden ladders in them, and there were some old structures that led us to believe that it was an old mine that was being reworked. There was also an active, more modern looking mine in the vicinity. None of them looked like it was very profitable, or very fun, digging with a pick axe and lugging rocks up wooden ladders in the 100 degree desert. Just sayin. And it was my idea to explore. The sign would have stopped Pam dead in her tracks. I wanted to go down in one of the holes, but Pam started to drive away, so I couldn't. There was no one to be found at either site.
After all that excitement, we went into town and had lunch at a restaurant/laundromat/public showers, and walked around a very 'unique' outdoor collectors store, which was more like a junkyard with some neat things mixed in with the garbage. It was up to us to decide what was 'neat' and what was junk. We bought nothing.
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