I spent the day in Jerome, AZ.
It's an old mining town built into the side of the mountain. I have oodles of pictures to show you, so this is an extra long post. Want to come along?
There are quite a few antique houses here. Those that survived the many fires in the early 1900's.
There are dozens of quaint shops
eager to take your money.
I find the dilapidated buildings
fascinating and full of history.
How cute is this little transport car?
It must of transported miners
deep into the mines.
It's full of rust now.
I saw a collection of many mining carts.
I could easily imagine one full
of flowers parked in my garden.
It's hard to tell in this picture,
but this iron bucket was huge.
There is such beauty in abandoned
buildings. I love the detail
on the fence.
Just a reminder . . .
. . . because you don't ever want to walk on a floor chock full of fresh spit out chew!
I don't ever think I have seen a sign like this next one before, but I guess it must have been a problem or there wouldn't be a sign, right?
I can just imagine someone yelling
"watch out, I'm getting rid of my
old clothes and shoes."
This next picture is a little hard to figure out, but this was taken looking down a mine shaft. It is deeper than the Empire State Building is tall. This mine shaft goes down 1900 feet. The Empire State Building is 1250 feet tall. Throwing a rock down the shaft, we could never hear it hit the bottom.
I will leave you with this.
Good advice from three little skeletons.
Don't you agree?