Our next stop on the Apache Trail (and long before the roads made my adrenaline rush) was the Goldfield Ghost Town. Upon pulling into the place early that morning and before even some of the workers had arrived, I was anxious to leap out of our truck and head for all things old and rusty. I gave pause at the sign saying no photography for commercial purposes and proceeded to move around the area as I pleased with camera at the ready. The rest of the family couldn’t keep up with me so they had to call my cell phone to find me when I didn’t reappear for awhile.
If you like this sort of tourist spot (they asked us if we wanted to sign up for a jeep tour) then by all means go for it but for me and mine – well mostly me – it was all about the rust, the architecture and the scenery…and of course the history. One could just imagine the harsh, to us today anyway, realities of living back when this was an active mining area and what equipment they had to work with. I’m sure they took solace though at the saloon, bordello and maybe even the church 😉