I started off by wandering my way over to the towns cemeteries. There is one for the religious in town and "boot hill" where the less desirable members of the town were buried. I started off
Boot hill is in stark contrast to the well maintained, green city cemetery. It is dead, dry place dotted with many unmarked graves. The deaths of those buried here were so inconsequential that ore tramway cuts directly through the graveyard!
In the early days Pioche was rampant with crime. Its been said that during the first few years 72 men were "buried with their boots on" before the first death due to natural causes. The grave yard is full of the unmarked graves of Chinese immigrants and others who's names were unknown. Here are some of the more interesting grave markers I ran across:
There is an oven in the cemetery where the Chinese immigrants would cook food to honor their dead. A lifetime local told me that as soon as the meals were presented to their ancestors the local bum population would swoop in and feast. I wish I had taken a picture of the oven. At the time it seemed strange so I walked past it without knowing the story behind it.
I wandered to main street and visited the museum and some of the shops.
I made my way over bunker pass towards Motaqua and was greeted by many cactus that were in full bloom
I made it to Motaqua, all I could see in the area was a corral, an airstrip and a single home. Apparently at one time the area was home to several polygamist families. The area use to be dotted with ranches small homes. I didn't see the homes so maybe they have since moved into Colorado City, Arizona. As I continued south the terrain was dominated by Joshua trees.
As I rolled into St. George I was ran into a road block. The canyon between me and St George was blocked because of a wildfire. I didn't have enough fuel to make the loop around Gunnesion reservoir so I sat hoping the canyon would open up, and about an hour later it did. I got fuel and headed to McDonald's to get caught up on my posts. I posted up on several boards asking if anyone had a spare tire floating around they could give me. Stacey E. said he had one for me and he was just a few blocks away! Happy that someone was willing to help a fellow traveler I headed over to his house. After talking with Stacy he offered the use of his pool cabana and his driveway to set up camp. When he showed me the cabana and the showers thought I had died and gone to heaven!