Erich Gets a Little Break

After spiking out on a fire for 8 days Erich got to come home for a little break in between fires. It was so miserably hot down here that we headed up to the mountains. We took a couple of guys from Erichs' fire crew and drove to an ol' ghost town called Florence which is up by the wilderness area. There wasn't a whole lot to see other than swarms of mosquitos, a few grave sites, and a couple of collapsing log cabins, but it was interesting nonetheless. On the way back we stopped to go clay and pistol shooting. My marksmanship was less than impressive, but oh well. Baby Gleckler got his first introduction to Shotguns, a noise I am sure he will hear a lot of in his life :)

(Erich and Roberts faking an ol' Western Shoot Out)

(One of the many gravesites. On the sign it said someone was killed in the bars basically everynight...what a lifestyle)

(At one time there was over 5,000 people living in Florence. Now it's completely desolate and over an hour and a half drive from the nearest town. It's crazy how things change with time. For awhile there it was quite the lucrative spot. They found millions and millions of dollars worth of gold before the place was abandoned)

It was great getting to see Erich for a little bit. We even celebrated my b-day since he was gone for the actual day. We went down to the river with the Petersens and had an ice cream cake.