Mike's 93 Jeep
Jeep Jamboree
Bodie, CA (a ghost town)
Sept 28 - 29, 2002
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The town of Bodie was one of the biggest gold & silver mines in eastern California in the last part of the 1800's.   Only about 5% of the buildings from the 1880 remain.   Today, it stands just as time, fire and the elements have left it - a genuine California gold-mining ghost town.  Designated a state historic park in 1962, it is now maintained in a state of "arrested decay".

By 1879, Bodie boasted a population of about 10,000, and was second to none for wickedness, badmen and "the worst climate out of doors."  One little girl, whose family was taking her to the remote and infamous town, wrote in her diary, "Goodbye God.  I'm going to Bodie."

Looking to the Southwest. 

Steam rises after the rain and snow.   The church and part of Main Street are visible.

There are many mining and other artifacts laying on the ground.  The last inhabitants left in the 1950's.

Looking South

Gloria stands on a slight rise.  Think of this place with 10,000 people, and all the mules that were used to haul the supplies and mine requirements.  Think of the smells, the mud, the hardship.

Then be thankful that we didn't have to live there, during those times.

The Stamp Mill

This might be one of the last standing stamp mills, where the weights come down and turn the rock into powder.  Where cyanide and mercury were used to adhere to the Gold and Silver.  Where the young boys would be in the rafters greasing the leather pulleys (hence the name grease monkeys), and where over $3 million a year of the desired ore was extracted. 

This is also the first place in the world where electricity was put to commercial use.

One of Henry's Automobiles

Nature has taken over where there once was a teaming city.  There are a few other autos left in the high desert and it is good to see them. 

The building in the back has a tin roof.   The building to the left is where one of the park rangers live.  Summer and Winter.  Average winter temps are well below zero, with anywhere between 8 and 10 feet of snow.

A Communal Privy

This one has 3 holes.  This is as close to inside as I could convince Gloria to go.

A family that poops together, stays together. 

Son, pass me a section of the Sears Catalog.   ha...

Note the tin roof.

Our Retirement Home

I keep mentioning the tin roofs.  They would keep the cans and cut them up for roofing and siding materials.  There was no insulation, just the one-by boards, and other one-by's on the inside. 

Some had wall paper or paint.  All had wood stoves.  Think of the air pollution, along with the noise pollution, and the outhouses, and the the mules.  They say there were more mules than people.

Life was hard.

The Last Truck

For some reason this truck didn't leave with the last people.  It sits in front of the service store, which is full of extremely desired collectibles, both of the automotive nature and for the home, like the telephone on the wall.

They also sold the empty 5 gal. gas and kerosene cans for roofing and siding materials.

There is a sign on the wall that says, "lets be friends, don't ask for credit".


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