On another day I moseyed over to the town of Coolidge and Elkhorn mine. I made the one mile walk into Coolidge keeping my eyes searching the woods to discover evidence of the past. At times I saw evidence of the old railroad line to Dewey.

At Coolidge I lingered. Looking at what remained of the past. How did the people live? How did they keep from freezing? I noticed rusty cans everywhere. Did they heat their food from the can and then just open the door and throw the can out?

I noticed the outhouses too. I decided to photograph the outhouses. Family humor. My father worked in the wastewater industry and it is also my profession.

The outhouse below gave me a smile. It has four holes with two doors and a wall separating it in half. It was also located on the main road, not back of the buildings like the others I found.  My guess is that it was a public outhouse with separate rooms for men and women.

The mine and mill site was located across the creek.  Following are a few pictures from Elkhorn mine and mill.

On the way back to my  camp site, I stopped to visit the Dewey cemetery which I was surprised to find being currently use. I wandered around, looking at how loved ones were remembered and saw few headstones for those deceased long ago. Yet there is evidence many were buried there. No clear thoughts or emotions entered my head, yet quiet solitude. Dying is complicated. I was currently reading Being Mortal by Atul Gawande.

Note:

• I was at Coolidge for a couple of hours. During that time there was only one other person there.