Julian and I broke camp and headed for Bodie.
Actually, there’s little (or no) breakfast to be had at Bodie, but plenty of history, artifacts, and photo opportunities.
Here’s a photo of bottles and marbles. Maybe some child once played with the marbles in this bottle:
Part of the history of Bodie is the story of the wildness of the times when Bodie was the largest city in California – for example, the legend of the Bad Man from Bodie.
This makes it seem a perfect place for Harold and Julian, the “bad boys in Bodie!” (As Julian said to me, “Daddy, I wish you were eight years old so you could really play with me all the time!”)
Here’s another picture from Bodie:
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