We land on a hard tundra with big bouncy
tundra tires that made me feel like a passenger in one of the Mars
rovers ...crashing and bouncing across the martian terra firma with airbags
deployed....kind of a plop - bounce from outa the sky. 50 gallon drums
are markers so we know where to land and obstacles we hope not to hit.
Kiwallok... Ghost Town... decrepit
lonely remains of a small village that once supported a placer gold mining
operation back in the early part of the last century. Populated only by
ghosts and migratory birds. There is an old rusting dredging boat, a dozen
buildings, iron chunks of mining equipment in the form of gears, cable, and
engine blocks. There's an old Model T Ford...decades removed from it's
day......it ain't looking too good either...the years have not been good to
it. One corner of this lost town is marked by the dilapidated crosses
of a half a dozen graves of forgotten lives...
