Keith: It really was the middle-of-nowhere then. Hell...it still is. I have a brand-new, handmade, left-handed, 42-inch swamped barrel, Siler-locked flintlock .45 long rifle I had hoped to hunt back there this year, but internecine family warfare has pretty well-ruined that one. Oh well.

I used to ride bikes in an abandoned quarry up on Palm Hill near to the Reno furnace and wonder what it had all been for. I guess I know now. Where did the ore come from to feed these units? It almost had to be fairly close. We clearly stand on the shoulders of giants.

Last edited by Lloyd3; 01/16/20 07:55 PM.