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| Doorway to the store |
I hadn't been there for 40 years, and when I was last there it was a true ghost town with a large dirt parking lot and crumbling ruins that one could peek into. It's now a bona fide historic park, with docents playing settlers and old buildings furnished with period furniture and equipment. My friend and I were lucky enough to find 2 men working in the blacksmith's shop and they showed us some of the tools and decorative iron work that they made. They even made the tools they used to make everything else -- just they way it was done back then.
A lot of gold came out of the South Fork of the American River, and I think the people who became really wealthy supplied the miners and were not miners themselves. Of course the peaceful indigenous people were decimated. They perished in great numbers from starvation, disease, abuse, and massacre. Their society, habitat, infrastructure and culture were utterly destroyed. As the easily accessible gold dried up, brute force was used to force the gold from the earth. Hydraulic mining destroyed the landscape, required enormous resources of man, water and machines, and yielded ever smaller amounts of gold for all their trouble.
It's a part of our state history that every Californian child learns from their earliest years in school. When I was in school, there was no mention of the negatives to the endeavor, except of course that not everyone walked away rich. It was told as a grand story of man's ingenuity and the primary reason California became a state when it did. It was the bedrock of development, wealth and society in California.
Today, 163 years after the discovery of gold on the very land we were on, we enjoyed a sumptuous picnic in the shade of a tree. Belly full, I could have taken a nap right then and there.
I didn't sense any tortured echos of the past, only enjoyed the pastoral beauty on a hot spring day with a dear friend.





