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Showing posts with label Bodie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bodie. Show all posts

Friday, November 21, 2008

Goodbye God, I'm going to Bodie



This past summer we made several trips to the Sierra Nevada mountains to visit and hike near some of the historic mountain passes. This began as a short visit to Lake Tahoe to see brother John and his wife Patti Inman. We returned again and again to seek out the high alpine lakes, find the Pacific Crest Trail, and see the treacherous precipices that were crossed by 19th century pioneers.

Since my passion for the past four decades has been historic preservation, I wanted to see the ghost town of Bodie. Bodie is a mining boom and bust town nestled in the mountains near the great Owens River valley. The climate is severe, but the photos from mid-summer don't show that. In its heyday it was infamous for lawlessness. It was so bad that a small girl is reputed to have written this in her diary when told they were moving to Bodie-- "Goodbye God, I'm going to Bodie".



Now this little "chimney" structure is quite charming - and is a vent cap. I suppose the snow is so deep in the winter that it was a way to assure airflow for this:



No waiting!

The weathered wood has been stabilized, but buildings are not restored. The place is stark and beautiful in summer. A friend went to Bodie a couple of months later, and snows had already begun.



These vestiges of the town are more evocative than a sign stating that "here at this spot stood the mining town of Bodie". The remaining buildings and artifacts link us to the past through their physical presence.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Travertine Springs

Some California hot springs are well hidden. Fourth of July weekend we explored some of the Sierra passes and the eastern valleys draining to the Owens River. Beyond the Sierras, near Bridgeport, up an unmarked dirt road we found this place. It is cared for by its regular visitors. There are no signs showing the way - and the maps are all wrong. Nevertheless, we persevered and arrived in time to see the sunset from the top of the rise.

In the valley is the small farming/tourist town serving campers, wayfarers and cowboys. Mosquitoes grow to enormous size. No mosquitoes tortured the Travertine Springs visitors - but by the time we went back to town to watch fireworks, they were feasting greedily. Hundreds of fireworks enthusiasts did not satisfy the horde.

Bridgeport was a symphony in red, white and blue.




















...but the ghost town of Bodie beckoned....