Good morning from our tiny cabin.. Note the roadside BBQ we probably won't use.

Another sun shiney start to the day.

Welcome to St Elmo a ghost town. Like so many small 19th century mining towns, the gold rush encouraged settlers to build homes in these remote places.

The town is being revamped by the historical society, and a team of volunteers. Life carries on alongside these endevours, with the real life inhabitants trying to scratch a living.

Most of the interactive displays were closed during covid and are yet to reopen. We learned a little of St Elmos history, the unlucky place was dogged by several fires during the late 1800's.The Stark family who's members stayed for around 75 years, working the mining ventures and running the hotel.

Over the years many local and state grants, have enabled the volunteers to stabelize these sagging structures, to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

One of the many outhouses.

Ian met the colony of chipmonks that hang out by the general store, which coincidentally sells chipmonk food.

Still with the sun shining we head on to cascade falls.

A refreshing roadside stopping point.

Ham sandwiches at Independance Pass , great continental divide.

Thats when the heavens opened, temperatures plummeted to 41 degrees and hail pelted our car.

Home and out again for dinner at The Lariat, Fish and Chips for Ian and a chicken sandwich for me.

Goodnight fair reader, thank you again for joining us on this ride xx