Ah, Jerome. I worked underground there for a while, but I haven’t been over that way for maybe 20 years.
My grandad was sheriff there many years ago. Before that he worked doing dynamite work at the copper mine, I have great memories of the steep cobblestone roads and the awesome breakfast cooked by grandma over her big wood stove. They used cedar to heat and cook with so you can imagine how the place smelled. Pure heaven.