Jerome's Ghost Town

There's something extra special about the far-away grandparents--the ones only seen in 3D once or twice a year.  A little extra hype, a little extra excitement.  When Roy's parents made plans to journey to Arizona and meet Hallie we began the countdown right away.  For weeks Camden ran out of his bedroom in the morning asking, "Are Grandma and Grandpa coming today?"

When the day finally came we not only got Grandma and Grandpa, but Aunt Kelsey surprised us!  That was pretty awesome.  Soon after they arrived they were on the floor with the grandkids and giving me the warm fuzzies.

We'd had our field trip with the grandparents planned ever since we first visited Jerome's "ghost town" in July with Kirsten.  It was impossible not to think about Dennis when seeing all the old cars and trailers.

This ghost town is literally a junk yard.  Some white-bearded old man in Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots lets you wander around his property, weaving through piles and piles of rusted-out treasure.  Here and there are a few structures from the original settlement in Jerome that were abandoned when the copper mines became exhausted.  Mr. Wrangler man seems to have made a few, um, modifications.

Side note: why are all of Camden's clothes so small three days after I get them?

This picture was taken about two seconds before a wipeout.  Next to a sign that said, "Beware of rattlesnakes."

Oh and there's a petting zoo!  Okay no let's be fair... there's a donkey and a couple of stinky goats.  That I didn't touch.

Camden still talks about this ghost town a lot.  "Old" has been an interesting concept for him.  Time breaks things down, makes them rust, makes them stop working properly.  It's been hard to explain, but he knows that he likes things on wheels whether they work or not.  Another side note: I love baby-wearing dads.  Most especially this one.

I know I'm being a bit sarcastic about the whole thing, but we really did find this pace fascinating.  If not a little stinky and weird and... possessing a creepy mannequin.

Here is one of the entrances to one of the closed mines.  I recognized the little skull and crossbones sign from another ghost town we explored down near Sahuarita.  Is it a sign of inferior intelligence if that sign makes me want to crawl in there ever more?

My favorites were the old trikes and ride-on toy tractors from (probably) the 1950s.  The huge old cash registers were great too.  Dennis was a wealth of knowledge when talking about anything with a motor.  I wonder if American Pickers has been to this crazy place.

The schoolhouse!  

We visited the Jerome museum while we were out there.  It's incredible the town used to have a population over 100,000 and now it's in the 400s.  Haha!  But I can see what has drawn those 400-some-odd people to Jerome.  It's definitely filled with history, and I've never seen a place quite like it. All of the houses are built into the steep cliff, with a narrow road barely qualified for two lanes winding down to the base.

From the museum the main thing we took away was the fact that Jerome has burned down a lot.

All of this history talk put Hallie to sleep.

Grandpa, Grandma, and Kelsey were gone again in the blink of an eye!  It went much too quickly.  We love them and can't wait to see them again!

Since Hallie didn't make it to most of the pictures, here she is smiling so big she couldn't keep her pacifier in her mouth.  

I love it when that happens.

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