Inside and out, the copper mine,
where packrats rest.
End of August, and we did some adventuring. Mainly, I spent time with my family because that's all I wanted to do. Dad took us to an old copper mine above Burton Lake, and we ventured in with our homemade torches to check out the spooky tunnel.
I find it remarkable that in the 20s and 30s men used to hike up here, and pack out copper ore down the mountain side. Our notion of what it means to 'work' has truly transformed.
My sister also took us to the high school to practice our pottery skills (or lack of). I've come to terms with the fact that she is highly talented in numerous ways, including art, and I like that she had the patience to teach us a bit about using the pottery wheel. Dad didn't do too bad either. I love my Dad. He's so adorable and as I get older I want to be around him more and more.
|A bunch of berry pickers. And pancakes.. mmm!|
I can't help but want to go back home all the time. I grew up here. How lucky am I? Mom and Dad, if you sell the house, sell it to me. I'd be happy to just stay home.
|the best part - the waterfall. Hidden treasures.|