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Here's the exciting (?) conclusion of the photo essay: 

 

My Life as a Ranger (1983 - 1988) 

Part 2 of 2

 

   

Above left:  A boiler from the 1880s in the ghost town of Mineral Point, between Silverton and Ouray.  Boilers were used to generate power for working the mine.  Miners often piled rocks beside their boilers to buffer the impact, in case the boiler exploded.

Above right:  These old roads were obviously built for mules, not for Dodge Rams.  This is on patrol north of Silverton.

 

 

Left:  Part of the BLM Gang, in Lake City in 1984. 

Left to right:  me, Matt, Andy, and John.

 

 

 

   

Above left:  The Silverton train before its daily trip down to Durango.  This train's been running between Silverton and Durango for over 100 years.  It was featured in the movie "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid."

Above right:  Abandoned mining equipment from the late 1800s quietly rusts in Maggie Gulch.

 

 

Left:  My friend, Katy, came up from Arizona to visit me one weekend.  She's huddled in my chilly trailer in Silverton. 

At 9,300' high, it was just a bit different from Tucson!

 

 

       

Above left:  A hungry bear who was looking for food squashed my tent one afternoon.  Fortunately I wasn't there at the time. I sewed up my tent but it still has odd-colored stains from the Kool-Aid powder that the bear scattered around just before it rained!

Above center:  A bulldozer owned by my nemesis, Gordon Smith.  Gordon liked to harass rangers and build roads illegally into wilderness areas.  Last I heard, he was serving time in a federal prison for assault (seriously).

Above right:  Gordon also liked to carve up our "Road Closed" signs.  He torched the word "OPEN" into this metal sign.

 

   

Above left:  One of the best parts of my job was poking around in the high country and discovering well-preserved gems like this, the 100-year old Buffalo Boy mine near Silverton. 

Above right:  That's my boss, Arden Anderson, on the left, with a fellow ranger, T.J., enjoying a vista in the Powderhorn Wilderness Area.

 

 

Left:  July wildflowers in American Basin one of the perks of the job.

 

 

   

Above left:  Taking a break one weekend camping with Julie down in Utah.

Above right:  Then back to work on Monday, putting up the Cinnamon Pass sign at 12,600 feet. 

 

   

Above left:  One of my crew, Renea, by an old cabin perched high in the mountains.

Above right:  Ranger Del with his trusty bag of Doritos on top of Sunshine Peak.  At 14,001 feet, Sunshine is the lowest "14er" in America.  I could've pushed away a few rocks to make it a "13er."

 

   

Above left:  The abandoned Walsh house in the ghost town of Animas Forks.  Back in the 1880s, this town, at an elevation of 11,800 feet, had the highest printing press ever to operate in the U.S.

Above right:  Hiking above timberline with my friend, Susie.

 

 

Left:  The 1987 crew in Lake City. 

From left to right:  Me, Laurie, Todd, and the "Blues Brothers," Stuart and Bob.

 

 

   

Above left:  Ranger Laurie working on the Engineer Pass sign at 12,800 feet.  There's so little oxygen up here that the views are literally "breathtaking."  Laurie and I remained friends for many years afterwards.

Above right:  This was home during my three years in Lake City.  The BLM provides nothing but the best in accommodations (I'm obviously kidding).

 

   

Above left:  Proudly perched atop my favorite outhouse.

Above right:  And attacking it with a power sander.  Note my red "tan."

 

   

Above left:  Lake San Cristobal, one of the largest lakes in Colorado (and by far the prettiest).

Above right:  It's late September now and the aspens are turning golden.

 

 

Left:  Caught in an October snowstorm at 12,000'. 

Yes, it's time to wrap up another season!

 

 


 

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