Georgetown

Our first stop after passing the boring part of I-70 was Georgetown at exit 228. Georgetown in the modern days is a little quaint tourist town with crafts stores, convenient shops, family restaurants, and cafes. Many people visit this town to go back in time to the middle of 19th century. At the beginning, there were just miners’ hives filling the area. Then, it became one of the largest silver mining districts in the state. As the population grew, Victorian structures sprang up in the valley.

The streets are narrow and leafy. Some neglected once-beauty Victorian homes give the ghostly feel to this town. Antique store signs, hanged flowers, eclectic gables, rustic wooden barrels and horse carts, and layers of dust and spider webs give the wild-wild west ambience. Tourists flock to this town to enjoy friendly chat with the locals and store owners, passing time on the benches along the main business ambrosial street. It was just another relaxing late-summer day in a historic cowboy-mining town.

Just outside the town center, abandoned mines and rusted archaic equipments are relics; reminders of the good, the bad, and the ugly of the past. While I was soaking this ghostly mining site, my mind drifted to a Hollywood scene: It was a hot simmering summer day. The wind pushed tumbleweeds on a dusty street. The street was eerie empty. A few horses were drinking water from the wooden tub in front of a saloon. People were peeping through the windows and around building corners. Two sweaty scruffy cowboys were standing 30 feet apart. They were staring at each other tensely. The only thing one could hear was the gusty wind.

Georgetown

Our first stop after passing the boring part of I-70 was Georgetown at exit 228. Georgetown in the modern days is a little quaint tourist town with crafts stores, convenient shops, family restaurants, and cafes. Many people visit this town to go back in time to the middle of 19th century. At the beginning, there were just miners’ hives filling the area. Then, it became one of the largest silver mining districts in the state. As the population grew, Victorian structures sprang up in the valley.

The streets are narrow and leafy. Some neglected once-beauty Victorian homes give the ghostly feel to this town. Antique store signs, hanged flowers, eclectic gables, rustic wooden barrels and horse carts, and layers of dust and spider webs give the wild-wild west ambience. Tourists flock to this town to enjoy friendly chat with the locals and store owners, passing time on the benches along the main business ambrosial street. It was just another relaxing late-summer day in a historic cowboy-mining town.

Just outside the town center, abandoned mines and rusted archaic equipments are relics; reminders of the good, the bad, and the ugly of the past. While I was soaking this ghostly mining site, my mind drifted to a Hollywood scene: It was a hot simmering summer day. The wind pushed tumbleweeds on a dusty street. The street was eerie empty. A few horses were drinking water from the wooden tub in front of a saloon. People were peeping through the windows and around building corners. Two sweaty scruffy cowboys were standing 30 feet apart. They were staring at each other tensely. The only thing one could hear was the gusty wind.