I guess my great-great-grandfather struck it rich with this mine in the late 1800s. Unfortunately mining made him sick. He spent his wealth trying to make himself better before ultimately dying of miner's lung without much left to his name. Sad story!
We had to do some major off-roading to get there, which the guys of course loved. Sean and my dad assured me it was nothing compared to the stuff they climb in Moab, but it was plenty steep for me!
The red arrow at the top is pointing to the mine.
This little guy is the only occupant these days!
One of the mine entrances
Hoping to strike it rich! We found a tiny bit of gold dust and Sean found a rock with what we think is silver-- that's what we're choosing to believe anyway :)
We had a great time and it was nice to do something out of the ordinary. I kept imagining living out there in that tiny cabin. Apparently there were indian attacks in that area all the time-- must have been quite the life!