Saturdays are made for me to discover my state. So I prepare a list of expeditions and strike them out when I explore.
This time around I went to Gold Hill or should we call it “ghost town”. A town where fewer than 200 hundred people call home, it was hard to find anyone or anything opened.
It reminded me of my village back in Kenya. The absence of tarmacked streets though easily accessible by dirt roads. The town is generally distinguished as an isolated haven since it slight revamp over the years.
Gold Hill is perched on the mountain side and was a mining town during its discovery of gold in the 1800s. After the collapse of the mining industry the town remained the same with wooden structures and historic ruins which tell the stories of its heydays.
The decline of the mining industry has indeed left its remnants in this once vibrant and thriving town which was home to many.
Because Gold Hill felt abandoned, it gave me the opportunity to take pictures allover and it really felt like I had the town to myself.
I cant wait to keep discovering more towns to share them with you.
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