It was 1966 — 50 years ago. I was through with school, high school anyway. San Francisco called and I stumbled (literally) into a newly happening scene that later would become known as Haight-Ashbury.
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
“It’s not like the old days.” “It is certainly not the same.” “We just stay at home, nowadays.” These are the frequent phrases yours truly has already heard from Maderans describing their New Year celebratio
For just two years, from 1954 to 1955, a group of avid local bowlers, a skilled pilot and a special airplane came together to form the country’s only flying team.
It was almost Halloween. At the entrance to Wildrose Canyon and a trail through the mighty Panamint mountain range, the western border of Death Valley, a sign in bold black letters read CLOSED.
Unlike the numerous other mining towns in the Northern Mojave, Greenwater was built not because of a gold or silver strike, but for a copper strike over 110 years ago.
This Meandering begins with a cruise north that started along Santa Fe Drive at Avenue 24, which parallels the railroad tracks to Le Grand and that town’s old depot.
This could be a two or three-part series considering the number of abandoned and “lost” mines in the Northern Mojave.