Random Object Photographs

A few more pictures of the Yellow Cougar Mine.



These pictures are from May 2015 when I took two of my good friends to show them the mine.



The entrance to the mine is just about in the center of the picture.



These two trucks are still there. The blue GMC has a diesel engine on the back that runs a generator and air compressor.



They would back the orange 6X6 under this and run the ore cars out and dump the iron ore into the truck.



As you can see the tank on the front of this little rail car that it is powered by compressed air. :cool:



This is the only remaining car.



In we go.



No too far in the mine splits. The one to the left dead ends about 100 ft in.



Further in there's another tunnel behind this door.





And behind door number 1 is this cool old explosives box. :cool:



You can see the air lines that run throughout the mine. They provided compressed air for tools and the little rail car that is sitting just outside the mine adit.



Even here inside the mine you can't get away from trash.
I HATE litter bugs. :mad:



A mushroom for your hamburger? ;)





This is the end of the mine. The mine shaft goes both up and down.
The second picture is about as close to the shaft as I cared to get. :eek:



The Bat Cave.



Its always nice to see the light at the end of the tunnel. :rolleyes:
 
Colorado about 1958

We camped here on Spring Creek every summer for a month. My sister, me, Mom, other sister, and Dad with our three tents. I still have the red bow saw and the Coleman stove. Wish I had the '56 Chevy. Dad taught us to love the outdoors. And read the Bible on Sunday mornings.
 

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We camped here on Spring Creek every summer for a month. My sister, me, Mom, other sister, and Dad with our three tents. I still have the red bow saw and the Coleman stove. Wish I had the '56 Chevy. Dad taught us to love the outdoors. And read the Bible on Sunday mornings.

Speaking of '56 Chevys, a grade school and high school buddy has a nice one, pictured here at our 60th high school reunion in 2017. He's a Navy veteran, and served during the Vietnam war. Here we are standing together, mired in nostalgia for the '50s...

John

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We camped here on Spring Creek every summer for a month. My sister, me, Mom, other sister, and Dad with our three tents. I still have the red bow saw and the Coleman stove. Wish I had the '56 Chevy. Dad taught us to love the outdoors. And read the Bible on Sunday mornings.

Peak..., There's some great stuff going on in those pics that makes me long for my youth.

Thanks for sharing them,

Kobsw
 
My dad bought an exact duplicate of the one pictured here off the showroom floor in 1955. I had just turned 16, and got to pick the color, which I remember as "seafoam green." It was a straight six 210 with a ''3 on the tree" stick. I was delighted to use it occasionally for dates with my future wife and other girls at the time. I still love the wrap-around windshield; corner posts on modern cars continue to annoy me because they obscure vision when making a turn.

John

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One morning last week, just as the sun was coming up, I spotted this guy. He was beside a fairly well traveled road, a good 60 feet up! Amazing! I only had a cellphone and not one of my real cameras. I stopped to admire him, took a few cell-pics, and moved on. Never did imagine he'd still be there the next day, but he was. So I then decided my fairy godmother must have put him up there for me, and I drove the 80-mile round trip home to get a real camera. Then I had to wake him up from his slumber, open your eyes Mr. bear! And he did. Nobody else saw him, as evidenced by the presence of no other tire tracks, or footprints in the sand, along either side of that road, except my own. Nobody notices much of anything these days. The first picture, of him just snoozing away, reminds me an awful lot of a lab in front of a wood stove.

Does a bear S....leep in the woods? Yup, high up in the woods! Wonder why such a large beast would be afraid to sleep on the ground? That does not look comfortable to me, but he/she seems to like it just fine.

Cool picture!
 

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