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On my way to Glacier National Park I spent a day exploring one of the best-preserved ghost towns in the country; Garnet, Montana.
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Garnet is an abandoned gold mining town that dates from the 1860’s, located at 6,000’ elevation. In 1898, as many as 1,000 people lived here; it was abandoned 20 years later when the gold ran out. A fire in 1912 destroyed half the town, which was never rebuilt. The Wells Hotel, Kelly Saloon, Davey’s Store and many outer buildings remain preserved and intact.
During the 1890’s, Garnet had thirteen saloons, as well as food stores, a barber shop, mercantile store, and three hotels. The hotels were started for passersby, or people coming to pick up gold. They typically ranged from 1-3 dollars, and the poor miners who could not afford that price could sleep in the attic (my first photo in this series) without any windows for a quarter.
Montana’s most intact ghost town wasn’t built to last. Enterprising miners were more interested in extracting the riches below ground than building above. As a result, buildings grew quickly, most lacking foundations. They were small and easy to heat. Yet, a century after Garnet emerged, remnants of the town stand, hidden high in the Garnet Mountain Range east of Missoula.
She washed up on his shore wearing nothing but a suede coat, easily two times her size. She clutched in her cold hands the only window from her home. He came over to her, taking away the window with ease, but struggled to get the jacket off. “No one can take this jacket off of me. It is mine forever.” His kind eyes spoke, “I can’t bear to see you wearing that thing. The weight of it was never intended for you. It appears to be glued to your shoulders.” Her determined eyes shone in fear, for the coat was all she had ever known, but she yearned to be rid of it. He brushed the wet strands of hair out of her eyes, delicately wiping the tears from her face, and he began to tug gently at the fabric stuck to her shoulders. “I will remove this from you.” He promised. She bit her lip, staring out at the sea, unbroken as she held in her pain. Carefully, little by little, he peeled away the wretched jacket, revealing her bleeding shoulders and tossing it aside. Now she felt the air touch her body for the first time. It terrified her. She curled up, sobbing into the sand in a heap of flesh and bone. He felt her pain deeply, and began stroking her back while pouring seawater onto her strong frame, cleansing all her wounds. “It’s okay now. Brave woman, forevermore you are free.” At once she arose, naked and unafraid. She faced the angry waters, beholding them as they calmed. Looking down, her blood still stained his white sand. Breathing in the salty air, she declared, “He has set me free. I am free now, free indeed.” At this, he began to sing a song, foreign words that coated her in peace. The waves began kissing her feet, rushing in to wash the sand and lap away her shame. Sprinting into the ocean, she began to dance to sound of his wonderful voice. He smiled at her freedom. No one would ever know just how much joy it brought him.
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back with me to show you all. i seriously love everything about these experiences; running around with my camera surrounded by art, music, beautiful people, and wonderful vibes. experiencing live artists and being able to capture all the unique moments people miss out on at festivals. all my persistence in these creative endeavors has led me to focus on music, art, & traveling and i can’t wait to keep doing it all over many countries!