The area along the road up to Goose Lake used to be a relatively thriving mining community. Many times, I have heard My Dad say "what stories these houses could tell if they could talk." When some of the houses were built, all materials were cut on-site or delivered by horse-drawn wagon -- up rocky, rutty roads where today's vehicles have difficulty. The lifestyle which tamed the West, I guess. Here you can see Bev gazing on what was undoubtedly the source of someone's pride and comfort at one time.

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