Following the gold rush

Children of all ages, the following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect both Orion and Cassi’s identity. If your parents are afraid of ghosts, foraging, haunted houses, white water rapids, playing in the rain have them leave the room immediately. This morning Orion, Cassi and daddy loaded up and took off to the mountains in search of the historic ghost town called Ironton. We loaded their backpacks (daddy forgot his- hee hee hee ) with food, water and supplies. Radio checks were done and headlamps were bright. One scary house after another we explored (Orion went first). Walking through rooms that last saw children’s footprints in the 1880’s. Hearing creaks from upstairs, and even catching a glimpse of casper, we completed our tour of Ironton. Finally after days (hours) of exploration, soaking wet, supplies dangerously low we found refuge at an orange river. And to our delight, raspberries were bountiful. Grabbing handfuls and pockets full, we made our way back safely to the chuck wagon and off to Ouray for some “True Grit.”