Our first adventure in Sedona took us up a very windy road past Cottonwood to a semi-ghost town of Jerome, Arizona. It used to be a mining town, but now seems to be an artist colony.
The winding steep roads were exciting with my sister's stick shift so I was glad I was not driving.
The state park was closed so we didn't see much of the mining history, but here is what we would have seen had it not been closed.
We saw signs for a Ghost Town. We were kind of wondering what kind of place we had come to when you could see maybe a hundred abandoned vehicles and junk sitting everywhere as we drove in. We were ready for an adventure and an adventure we were going to have.
Dad had had to endure many shopping trips in the morning and a quilt store on the way to Jerome so we didn't fault him when he found his "quilt store" in abandoned old cars.
This photo was in an old dentist office featuring many of the old tools they may have used. See how close you think they came. I personally like the bottom one better.
We did need more hands, but it was fun.
Tragedy did befall us. Sherry inhaled wiggly bugs. If you look close enough you can see the teeny black dot. I'm glad it wasn't the tarantula I thought must have crawled up her nostril.
Kelli also experienced a trauma. On our way through the rusted machines a big wasp swooped down on her unprotected hand and stung her. Jenni saved her and found ice for the reddened skin, but Kelli was a little spooked the rest of the walk. Anything that moved sped her to a safer place.
The mine entrance near the Ghost Town.
All in all it was a great day.
