It's nice to know the miners had good coffee and internet service.
But Cripple Creek has reincarnated itself as a gambling town. Perhaps not such a huge difference since the miners were the biggest gamblers of all.
They have a tourist train that travels just a few miles out of town before reversing back. This little engine reminded me of the children's book about Thomas the Engine.
And for my father I had to take the other one too.
Then we continued on to Victor. On the way we passed this brand new bridge that was built by the local mining company when they decided to bury the old one with their tailings.
Yes, the mining industry is alive and well up in the hills around Victor. You would think the town would be bustling, but I guess that's not where all the workers live.
In the gigantic surface mine operation, they are mining primarily for GOLD. Eureka!
Those tiny dots are pieces of equipment of unimaginable size.
I caught one on the road we crossed to access the viewpoint, but Ron wouldn't run out and stand next to it for size. (Hey, at least I didn't say in front of it.)
Also at the overlook, was the remains of a mine that originated in the late 1800's. It wasn't until 1936 that a rich strike was made 2000 feet below.
So the answer to the question of how to move a mountain is one truck load at a time.