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One day we all went on a circle drive north of Bryce Canyon looking for some ghost towns.
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The first one we found was Widtsoe, a town that revolved around the sawmills there. This must have been the mansion belonging to the owner - I've never seen such a large house in a ghost town.
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It's quite a fixer-upper.
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Someone was already living in the back room.
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What is this - a baby bunny? It was too big for a mouse.
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Our next stop was the gristmill/creamery in Orisis. It was built by a resident of Widtsoe, 13 miles north of town.
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Near Circleville is a cabin that was Butch Cassidy's boyhood home.
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You can just walk in!
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Phil and I left a couple days early so we could stay at Koosharem Reservoir and make a run over to the Richfield Walmart.
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It was beautiful but the winds we unbelievable.
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But at least that chased the bugs away!
Maybe the winds were what drove the residents of those towns away!
ReplyDeleteThe winds were terrible. And more moving in this week-end. I love ghost towns. Come up to Montana, we have some neat old ghost towns also.
ReplyDeleteIs it a packrat?
ReplyDeleteCould be! That certainly makes more sense than a bunny.
ReplyDeleteOh, how I love old ghost towns, especially if the ghosts are still present! :-))
ReplyDeleteWho but you would know about all these ghost towns? I'm going with a pack rat. We saw one in Show Low. Much cuter than I imagined.
ReplyDeleteNow it's easy to understand Butch Cassidy turning to a life of crime.
ReplyDeleteWonderful pictures, another gem of a find.
Butch Cassidy's house had a trap door for him to escape even back then! Ha! :)
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