Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Coolidge, Ghost Town but no ghosts

On the road to where we camped the day we left Harrison Park which was the trail head. this is also the road to Coolidge. There are places to dry camp all the way beyond where they were logging.
Isn't that an interesting rock? It was about 5' tall. The parking area for the ghost town is about half a mile from the actual town. It is a half mile walk unless you have a 4 wheeler. We could have unloaded the horses and rode but we all agreed that would take longer than the walk.

The guys walking ahead of me.

I wish someone had maintained the buildings.

A fence - duh. I am sure you could see that.

A pretty stream.

An open mine shaft. I didn't even like walking around it.

The Back Country Horsemen of that area refurbished that cabin.

It was an interesting place to walk around. I wish the places could talk so we could know what went on in it. It was a mining town.

The next morning Bob took Joyce and I to the Elkhorn Hot Springs. That was fun too. A good hot shower and hair washing and then soaking in a 95 degree pool. I could have stayed all day I think. It was awesome. Angelo had some maintenance to do on the truck so he stayed with the horses. Lots of cows around there. A BIG range bull ambled through our camp that morning. When we got back to the camp site we loaded up and started out. Our second day toward home.



  1. I love ghost towns! And the hot springs soak sounds just lovely.

  2. Oh Lea, this is my favorite one yet!! How I would have loved cruising around exploring that old mining town...AND a hot springs taboot!! Awesome!! Your trip sounds like so much fun, and that country looks perfect for riding too! Around here, we're quite mountainous, and trails get quite steep and sometimes brushy if not used regularly. I like flatter, more open country, but with big, beautiful pines just like these. Perfection! I'm so jealous... also very glad you got to experience it. :)

  3. Everytime I see an old building like that I try to imagine the people who built it and lived in it, what they were like, why they left, what did they leave behind? Did they go in seach of greener pastures or did they stay for many years eeking out a living off the land. I always want to stop and look around but usually am with other people who don't quite see things the way I do. How fortunate that you actually got to walk around and look. Mine shaft was scary though. Wonderful pics thanks for sharing them with us.