It's incredible how many ghosts there really are. We live in California, a brand old piece of beautiful earth, mostly empty, full of wilderness, history and human problems, loaded with the common search: to strive for riches, freedom and reward.
Whole generations of families, people hung and murdered, natives hunted and beheaded, redwoods razed to barren hills, mines and quarries abandoned, earthquakes, floods and high-mountain snows - you can't even imagine all the ghosts. There are entire towns in the Sierras that have been left standing alone, and houses half-up with nothing more to fill their boarded rooms than gaping holes and empty beer bottles. The wind blows through everything, the mountains creep up high and the ocean valleys down below. We're helpless and free, here. It's emptier now here than ever before, and the land has won my soul too. We are free here, and the world just keeps getting greater. I thank you, ghosts.
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Nice tribute to the old Roosevelt Street house, love the picture of Mikie, Joey and the cat in awesome Bodie, my favorite ghost town. I loved Malakoff Diggin's too thanks to Adie and Art bringing it to my attention, Thanks for this Mikie...
Whoooooo, I want to go to Bodie again - can we? Please Mikie, maybe next summer? Remember that little town, Lee Vining I think it was called, and Mono Lake how we walked out that little grassy path to the water's edge and gazed at the awesome geolithic structures out in the lake? let's go again Ok? Maybe we can even get Joey to go too...We won't pick up any old bits of lace or rusted tobacco cans this time - we don't want to be haunted for life... Momma
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