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Blogger I Am Woody said...

I love ghost towns! There were charcoal kilns in Death Valley near our campsite. I was amazed at how strong the smoke smell was after all that time!

April 9, 2012 at 7:40 AM

Blogger Mumbles said...

One of the saddest, most intense ghost town experience I've ever had happened there in Frisco. I found myself on my knees, crying over a little boy who'd died over a century before. I'm still trying to figure out his first name, because I can obsess like that. I really enjoyed your shots here--it makes me happy that folks are still enjoying Frisco.

Kris

April 2, 2013 at 6:48 PM

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