The night was calm, dark, and we slept hard. We awoke to one of those worlds where the desert sun angles its shine between muffles of cloud. Because we had arrived and biked after dark, I was curious to see what Gold Butte and its townsite looked like in the day. In the distance, far reaches of mountains many miles away stood incrusted in sheens of snow and ice over valleys of desert. We set up breakfast, feeling happy to be out here, followed by packing up our bikes. Then the two of us walked over to the actual Gold Butte Townsite. The area was littered with old mining equipment from a heyday of when a post office, lodging, saloon, brothel, and a city 2000 people living out of tents were found here in the 1800s during the height of a gold boom at Gold Butte. I found an old fenced mine shaft amid metal machinery. There was an old, but well-kept, cemetery for two men who had lived and died here in the middle of the 20th century...(Continue Reading)
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