So we prioritized.
We didn't do too bad.
First, to the museum.
And through Helper - so named because it had a huge roundhouse and was able to help trains over the mountain that were traveling between Grand Junction, and Salt Lake City.
We headed up Spring Canyon, looking for ghost towns.
We found a couple.
Peerless was first.
I really like places like this. I don't really know why... other than it's romantic to imagine the stories and the lives of those that have been long gone. Imagining you can hear the echo of voices, see children running and chasing, seeing women hollering out their front door for their babes, wiping their hands on their aprons.
These towns were not as old as most - they were coal mining towns, and sprang up at the beginning of the 1900's.
Still, walking among the ruins is pretty cool.
The second town we came to surprised me.
There was this round tower.... we thought it was a water tower, and it totally gave me the creeps.
"I know it's weird," I told Eric, "but I feel afraid of it. Spooked."
I didn't even want to look at it. And I didn't take a picture of it.
There were several things still standing in this town.
I collected a bit of a piece of pottery. A brick from one of the houses that was lying on the ground. And a piece of what I believe must have come from a mining car.
Eric and I imagined that this was a bank, but upon researching, I found out it was the store.
A few minutes ago, as I was looking to make sure I had the names of my towns correct, I looked up the second town. Standardville. It turns out that the creepy round thing was actually a coal bin, for storage. In 1930 there was an explosion in the mine, and twenty miners and three rescuers were killed.
I wonder if that's where my discomfort came from?
It was time for us to start heading back home, so that Eric could get to work this afternoon on time.
Back over the mountain, then.
And then once more to all the way home.
We love home.