Last Sunday we decided to check out Granite Ghost Town State Park over the middle of the day.
The trip started with me replacing a fuse so we'd have brake lights. It lasted for a few minutes before blowing. Its replacement lasted a few tenths of a second. Time to learn about electricity, I guess.
Ludwig climbed 2,000 feet up the road--which, curiously, got better as it went up--without trouble.
I pretended to be a bear creeping up on E. She told me I was doing it wrong, and this is what a bear looks like.
After lunch next to the union hall/library/secret clubhouse, we went exploring.
We went looking for but never found one of the things we saw labeled on a sign, the baseball field. This park is in desperate need of a map.
The last person to live in Granite (peak population ca. 1890: 3,000) was some lady named "Mae" who died in 1969. It's not clear from the signage whether she died while living in (what was left of) Granite. This was her house, a quaint 1br/0ba affair.
There used to be a huge mill here. Like, city blocks huge. Built into the side of a mountain. Without any apparent mortar.
There's a gigantic fire in Idaho that's been dumping smoke into SW Montana for months, but the view from the mill ruins was grand nonetheless.
Melissa wouldn't let me hang my hand out to make a video of the steepest part (like this one, when we were plowing over a different chunk of Montana) on the way down. "The driver should be paying attention to the road," she said.
Note the deer ribcage.
Because Tater Tot had to do some things she initially didn't want to do, like leave the house, we stopped at a park in Philipsburg on the way home where she could run around and eat some Cheez-Its.
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That looks like a great day! Those old cars look just like the junked out shells of the Chevy's we have in our meadow here.
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