Matthew Thornton recalls his family's old miner stories, while making a few of his own.
Walking down the trail in the middle of a mostly forgotten mountain range, I point out the remains of a long abandoned mining community from the glory days of the gold rush. These small signs of former lives are only noticeable because they were once pointed out to me. A few miles down the trail, I see the cabin’s roof between the trees and give a yell to announce our arrival. Since miners have a tradition of keeping wolf-dogs, it’s a good thing to announce your arrival early.