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... 1892 and 1932 destroyed 90% of the town. Both times, there was plenty of water in the reservoirs to stop the fires straight away, but someone had forgotten to replace the grills and so the hoses were all full of mud and didn't work. Pretty careless really.
You can wander around most of what remains of Bodie, and it has been left pretty much as it was abandoned, with rusting cans and other rubbish strewn about the streets. It ...
... desert to shower ourselves, as the rapidly drying water left trails of salt on us.
In order to fully rid ourselves of the salty water on our skin and hair we went and found another hot springs which was even hotter than the first, and was perfect bath temperature. Slightly too hot as you lower yourself in, and it had a beam of wood which made a perfect perch for when it was time to cool off. After spending some time at this one Ben was on a hot spring mission and ...
... these oddities be seen.
We hiked a plugged crater and discovered lots of obsidian and pumice rock. At another location we found a hunk of obsidian taller than Dex. Unfortunately, it was too big to bring home with us! To round the day out, we managed to find 7 geocaches.
Just gotta love this country!!!
... were off somewhere and didn’t return until later in the evening. The site was on the side of a river, apparently renowned for trout fishing….no license, so, no fishing. It was still fun to scout the river looking for promising holes and imagining the lunker browns waiting for the first cast of the season.
After a nice barbeque and campfire, we were off to bed in preparation for our visit to Reno for the ...
... unforgettable lot. In Tel Aviv we visited with our nephew Joel, took trips in and out of the city, visiting the graveyard where some of Ilana's and Joel's relatives rest in peace under large stones surrounded by bright flower-beds, under the trees atop a green, green valley. We brushed off the leaf litter from the slabs and layed small stones on top of them, a sign of tribute to the deceased. In Old Yafo we meandered through the narrow cobblestone pathways ...