I discovered this old well made prospectors cabin made of corral rock, At the junction of 2 wide & deep washes.
I always wondered where his diggings were, Every time I visited it I tried to find where they were with no luck, Until I stood in his door way & looked down the wash & could barley make out his tailings. He built his cabin where he would have a good view of his dry blow operation. I gave them a go with no luck, But did find one small dink in a feeder wash near by.
That old cabin has stood the ravages of time & Vandals & is still sturdy. Waiting for the next prospector to call it home. There is no way that I would spend the night in a pile of sharp corral that I stacked.
Not far from the cabin, there is a corral hill that the Indians called home, They could watch the crazy white man watch his dig gens.
chuck
I always wondered where his diggings were, Every time I visited it I tried to find where they were with no luck, Until I stood in his door way & looked down the wash & could barley make out his tailings. He built his cabin where he would have a good view of his dry blow operation. I gave them a go with no luck, But did find one small dink in a feeder wash near by.
That old cabin has stood the ravages of time & Vandals & is still sturdy. Waiting for the next prospector to call it home. There is no way that I would spend the night in a pile of sharp corral that I stacked.
Not far from the cabin, there is a corral hill that the Indians called home, They could watch the crazy white man watch his dig gens.
chuck