LOL you must have missed my note about it - maybe it was a FReep mail about my recollections of Yucca... (I then felt that maybe I had offended when you were telling someone about being a prospector.)<<<
I remember that you were stationed at Yucca, but don’t recall anything that was offensive to me, the truth is damned big rattlesnakes and lots of them, flash floods and so hot you can’t breathe and in the winter so beautiful and healing that you want to stay.
But no worse than the Wellton area.
I tried to move there 3 different times and every time, the deals fell through and on the last one, there was something strange with it and I would still be fighting the greenies and BLM.
I was sure that if I had a burro, I could find all that I was missing as Bill drove by all the spots that I wanted to stop.
I looked back at it and my description of Yucca was'almost' right LOL T'was Gold they were after and I thought it was Silver -
LOL - last time I was there, Yucca consisted of a automobile test track outside of town, a VERY General store/hotel and about 8 or 9 houses. That General Store sold hay for mules, even had a stable and blacksmith, provided assay service for the miners, sold provisions, bar, meals, and even had a number of Comfort Girls who provided for the needs of the silver prospectors. I really liked to see their converted farm wagons which had a back porch that they loaded with hay, had their bed, kitchen, food storage, everything! All pulled by a pair of mules. They would go out prospecting and bring their gleanings in to the store - have it assayed and sell it - bought their provisions for the next trip and then blew the remaining money at the bar and with their temporary partners. When it was gone, they would hitch up their mules and go trailing off into the distance in their search.
You were certainly right as to where the prospectors went - I remember them trailing off toward the West - toward a mountain range that was East of the Colorado river boundry with California.
The wagons they had reminded me of the Gypsy wagons I'd seen pictures of in Romania or Hungary.