Ghost Town Vacation

Dawn breaking over the main street in Ely. The picture is blurry, but it's first thing in the morning. Just pretend that your vision is blurry.
The sun is just rising over the mountains to the east of this fishing lake outside of town. There are some people already out there doing some ice fishing.
I saw a sign that pointed the way to Osceola. I had seen something about that town when I was planning where to go. Since I got such an early start I decided to take the trip up the mountain.
The road up was quite winding and there were several patches of snow. I could have traveled further and found a building or two, but I didn't want to chance driving off the side of the mountain. I did get into the old cemetery. Here lies poor old Charles Henry Odcers. He died in 1903.
A lot of the graves in these towns are unmarked or at the very least marked by things like this wooden obelisk.
The silence up here was deafening. That's one thing I noticed on my travels to some of these out of the way places. There were no sounds other than the those that I made walking.
Heading to Utah on US Hwy. 6/50, the road goes through the Snake Valley near Great Basin National Park. That looks like a white lake ahead but it's not. In fact at this elevation we are above the clouds. Let's drive down into the soup.
This might be Nevada Rte. 487 or maybe Utah Rte. 21. It's actually they are the same road. This fog is so thick I can't tell which state I'm in. All the little desert plants are icy stiff with frozen mist.
The other place I knew ahead of time was on private property was Frisco, Utah. There was a closed gate on the road into the ghost town, so I parked and walked in.
There are a lot of old broken down shacks here.
There are a lot of old mining shacks and holes in the ground.
There's one of those mining things up there. Perhaps if I had gone to the Tonopah Historic Mining Park I would know what it is.
I think this picture speaks for itself.
I kept looking down at the road to see if there was anyone coming.
A stone building, or at least what's left of it.
This was cool. Mostly buried rail ties that must have supported the rails that carried mule-drawn ore cars up and down the mountain to and from the mines.
There was a certain area where cans and whatnot were strewn about. Woodsy Owl would cry if he saw this.

About Frisco: Frisco is located at the base of the San Francisco Mountain and was fed by a rich silver mine. Because of its location in the mountains, water and supplies had to be hauled up to the inhabitants of the mining town. There were over twenty saloons and killings were commonplace. Just like you'd expect in a wild west town. But every ghost town has its downfall and Frisco was no exception. In 1885 the mine caved and most of the 4000 people moved away. Over $60 million of zinc, copper, lead, silver and gold were take from here, but by the 1920's there was nothing left.