From the kilns we drove up a mountain, past a few mines. Turns out that Aguereberry owned some of them and when his men weren’t mining he had them build a road up to the top of the mountain. The mines supported him for 40 years, clearly he paid the miners to make the road. A good use of his money. But its’ not paved, so either take a jeep tour or rent a jeep.
To an area now named after him, Aguereberry Point. I can begin to see the incredible view.
Now that is a view down to the salt flats. At this point I don’t remember what direction I was facing, probably north.
This is looking south towards Badwater flats. The lowest elevation in the continental US. All that whiteness is salt
Looking North-east towards the snow covered Sierras.
Joel always says that nothing can capture the reality. He is right, but I still love taking pictures and sharing them.
Now for some interesting framing. The rock formations are incredible and there are different types of rock, I don’t know the names. Lets just say – dark…
…and light. I’d love to know the forces that pushed these rocks in so many different directions.
This shorts vertically towards the sky, while the mountain behind it seems to have its layers in a very horizontal manner.
Sometimes it’s just rocks
With both mineral markings as well as lichen.
A very hardly little bush, I hope its’ just dormant until spring. To me it looks like natures version of Bonzai trees, see, we humans think we came up with something – and nature just laughs.
Back to Cashier mine. The remnants of the working area – where the ore is first separated. I saw the hole of the actual mineshaft. Hal recommended not going there. Sure the sign said it is the wintering spot for some special bat, and not to go in because of it being their sanctuary. Hal basically said don’t go in, the bats have rabies. Not covid, that came from a lab in wuhan. Sure, they may have extracted it from bats, but it wasn’t bats that spread it – that would be the Chicoms. Or is it Pfizer? They haven’t denied doing ‘gain of function’ or what us simpletons call biological warfare.
The dryness of the desert is why this wood survives and it won’t lost long.
It was still cold, not freezing, but cold. Later in the day we’d be somewhere much warmer.
This was possibly a hut for the miners, the stone stands and even the wood is OK.
Leah