I haven't been real good about blogging. Our life has been a bit prosaic, and I don't want to be a bore. About the most lively thing we've done lately is take a hike thru the local cemetery. Kind of proves my point that things have been deadly dull.
Santa Rosalia is a small copper mining town. It lies at the bottom of a narrow valley.
The hills to the north of town are scared by scores of old mine shafts, piles of mine tailings and abandoned ore refining facilities.
Across the valley cemeteries cover the hills.
We heard that in the fifty years the mine was in operation some 20,000 miners died. I tried to verify this number, but could not find any mention of it on the internet. It's safe to say, though, many folks crossed the valley from north to south feet first.