THE RIM OF HELL; THE CITY OF GOLD
By Del Albright
A Taste of Desert History
It seemed like months of baking, desert sun since he had tasted a decent drink of water. His tongue was swollen and dry. The sun felt like it was burning a hole through his old miner’s hat. His lips were long since chapped beyond recognition, but he wanted to find that pot of gold he’d been looking for. Heat was part of mining in the desert. Nonetheless, August in the Funeral Mountains of Death Valley was no place for a man to be alone. But it was 1871 and he was alone. He thought.
Read more on ModernJeeper about the "rim of hell" and what was also called the "city of gold" here.
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