It is hard to believe the only thing left of a town this size is this lonely little structure. There is a cemetery there as well. A long forgotten weed overgrown place. The tombstones are nothing but bare wood plaques. There are a couple of stone monuments left too. The train tracks backdrop this lonely place.
We looked for a couple of Geocaches and I walked a portion of the Oregon Trail. The BLM has erected a series of stone monuments marking the trail. I took a pic of an area where the wagon ruts have worn grooves in the hard basalt rock. It was a lazy Saturday. We took in the peaceful view of the reservoir before we headed home.
We were back at the City of Rocks on Sunday. We met Jessie, Shane and their family there. They tent camped Saturday night and were just finishing breakfast when we arrived mid morning. We spent the day with hikes, rock scrambling, and picnics.
City of the Rocks
The Oregon Trail coursed through this area too. We found another place called Registration Rock. You may recall another rock we visited at Massacre Rocks also called Registration Rock. This one differs in that the names were painted on in axle grease, rather than chiseled. The entire rock looks to have been used as an old graffiti place. Only on one side of it can you make out pioneer names today.
Registration Rock
We hunted up a couple of Geocaches this day as well. I loaded my barbecue grill in the truck this morning to be used for grilling hamburgers for dinner. Food tastes much better, for some reason, when eating outdoors. We stuffed ourselves.
Cathy, John and Shane, on the rocks.
It was getting late in the day. It was dark before we made it home. I slept like a log. I was dead tired.
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