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Here's the exciting (?) conclusion of the photo essay: 

My Life as a Ranger in the Rockies (1983 - 1988): 
Part 2



Above left:  An old boiler from the 1880s in Mineral Point north of Silverton.  The miners piled rocks beside their boilers to buffer the impact in case of an explosion.

Above center:  Obviously these roads were built for mules, not for Dodge Rams.  This is on patrol near Silverton.

Above right:  Part of "The BLM Gang" in 1984:  L to R, me, Matt, Andy, and John.



Above left:  My friend, Katy, came up from Arizona to visit one weekend.  Here she's huddled in my chilly trailer in Silverton.

Above center:  The Silverton train before its daily trip down to Durango.  This train's been running between Silverton and Durango for over 100 years and was featured in the movie "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid."

Above right:  Abandoned mining equipment from the 1800s in quietly rusts in Maggie Gulch.



Above left:  A hungry bear looking for food squashed my tent one afternoon.  I sewed up my tent but it still has odd-colored stains from the Kool-Aid powder that she scattered around right before it rained!

Above center:  A bulldozer owned by my nemesis, Gordon Smith.  Gordon liked to harass rangers and build roads illegally into wilderness areas.  Last I heard, he was serving time in a federal prison for assault (seriously).

Above right:  Gordon also liked to carve up our "Road Closed" signs.  He torched the word "OPEN" into this metal sign.



Above left:  One of the best parts of my job was poking around in the high country and discovering well-preserved gems like this, the 100-year old Buffalo Boy mine near Silverton. 

Above center:  July wildflowers in American Basin another perk.

Above right:  That's my boss, Arden Anderson, on the left, with a fellow ranger, T.J., enjoying a vista in the Powderhorn Wilderness Area.



Above left:  Taking a break one weekend camping with Julie down in Utah...

Above center:  ...then back to work, putting up the Cinnamon Pass sign at 12,600 feet. 

Above right:  One of my crew, Renea, by an old cabin perched high in the mountains.



Above left:  Ranger Del with his trusty bag of Doritos on top of Sunshine Peak.  At 14,001 feet, Sunshine is the lowest "14er" in America.  I could've pushed away a few rocks to make it a "13er."

Above center:  Abandoned house in the ghost town of Animas Forks.  Back in the 1880s, this town, at an elevation of 11,800 feet, had the highest printing press ever to operate in the U.S.

Above right:  Hiking above timberline with my friend, Susie.



Above left:  The 1987 crew in Lake City.  That's me, Laurie, Todd, and the "Blues Brothers," Stuart and Bob.

Above center:  Ranger Laurie working on the Engineer Pass sign at 12,800 feet.  There's so little oxygen up here that the views are literally "breathtaking."

Above right:  Laurie and I remained friends for several years afterwards.  Here she is the next fall in the Mojave Desert of California.



Above left:  This was home during my three years in Lake City.  The BLM provides nothing but the best in accommodations (yeah, right!).

Above center:  Proudly perched atop my favorite outhouse...

Above right:  ... and attacking it with a power sander.  Note my red "tan."



Above left:  Lake San Cristobal, one of the largest lakes in Colorado (and by far the prettiest).

Above center:  It's late September now and the aspens are turning golden.

Above right:  Caught in an October snowstorm at 12,000'.  I guess it's time to wrap up another season.



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