Desert Center - Redlands, California
I've been dealing with slow internet and a more recent stomach bug, so have managed to get behind here. I'm confident your lives have continued on un-fettered by this lapse.
Our last day in the desert, Monday, we take the Jeep south to visit a few more memories.
I've written about the little mining town that Bill called home and where I went to high school - Eagle Mountain, California. It's a ghost town now, except for our school which now serves K-8 for the few families who call Desert Center and the surrounding desert home. I like that it's a ghost town. That no one else lives there, changing things. It will always be our home, our memories live there without being covered up by those who might have come afterwards. The grocery store isn't called something else, the houses aren't painted another color, no high school trophies have been won by names we don't recognize. The town lives every day in the minds and hearts of those of us who shared so much under our clear desert skies - from the graduating class of 1962 to the final graduating of 1983.
Monday Bill and Coy and I drive along the old railroad and behind the town to look at what physically remains. It's amazing to me that when going to school here I never noticed the huge tailings piles that towered over us.
|Kaiser Steel Mining town - Eagle Mountain, California|
|I still see tree-lined streets, green lawns, Christmas lights.|
|The large equipment building.|
|We're still here.|
|Our high school|
|A lifetime friend, Coy|
|A salvage company has purchased the old mine railroad - the heavy equipment was working while we were there.|
The tunnel remains, as do the power poles along the single track road, but the house and garage are gone. I don't know if the flag pole was there when the family lived there, but there is one today - complete with American and POW flags flying.
|The water from the open canal enters the tunnel underground at this site.|
|Across from the old homesite - views forever.|
|Note the buoys hanging here - to grab onto if you fall into the canal - so you don't get sucked underground. This was an important lesson growing up here - don't go in the canal!!|
|Looking all scrubbed and ready for fresh water.|
|Underground siphons allow for flash floods to cross the canal without dumping dirt and rock in the water.|
|Officers' areas were marked by "solid" pathways, covered with crushed rock.|
|A picture perfect day.|
|314 acres for sale with a well and power, and just a little fixing up......and those views!!|
|Always hard to leave our beautiful little lake site.|
Mission RV Park in Redlands is a nice, clean, city RV park with tight back-in spaces. Except for one pull-through right in front of the office with water and electric that I have reserved. It's our home for the night and works perfect. The pub where we're meeting our friends is just two miles away.
|Definitely the busiest dog-tv Tessa has had so far.|
|Stacy, Shirlene, Bill, Tommy, Eric, Jesse and Denise (the two folks in the back just had to put up with us)|