I wished that mine was still going, because I would have loved to explore more of the area. That mine was called the American Girl and the mine manager was a fella I knew who was a forman at a mine I worked at before they shut it down. Another episode I recall down there was when I was heading back to Yuma in that terrain with nothing, but creosote bushes growing, a sand storm blew in. It sand blasted the windshield of the company car bad enough to where it needed to be replaced. It also peppered the paint on that car pretty good also. I was glad I wasn't stuck outside in that storm, as that would have caused some serious pain.
