Drove up Hwy 88 to Volcano, CA this afternoon. Hoped to find some wonderful fields full of flowers but they are not quite out yet. Maybe they are as confused as the weather itself is as of late.
Along the way I stopped and took a few snaps of the old Butte Store – CA State Historical Marker #39. The sun was setting so the green hills that roll on into the distance have the evening orange/gold tinge to them and the store is in the shadows a tad. But I had a wonderful time weaving up, down, and around all the winds in the roadways. It was hard to take in all the scenery while driving :).
By the time we made it to Volcano it was pretty much locked down for the night. The bar and the theater seemed active. I walked about and came across an old foundation of rock. Managed to slip on the wet grass LOL right in front of some BMX kids – I think I made their night judging from all their giggles.
Looking at the old store had me thinking about how strange it was – looking at the last building standing from a time period where the gold rush town of Butte was bustling – just standing there along the side of the roadway surrounded by barbed wire topped fences and weeds. There all alone representing a past of a prosperous mining town of the 1850’s.
