(That's a picture of The King David mine. It's really hard to see. I'm no photograpy-expert.)
But it wasn't enough. The Friscoians were a fickle bunch, and even a pile of rusted gears couldn't stimulate the dwindling economy. Without the mine, people didn't want to stick around and by 1912 the place was down to only 2 Starbucks. Then, like a worm burrowing through the mud, the town of Frisco simply faded away. If you go there now, expect to see a lot of stuff like this...
And Blam! Instant Charcoal. And all it took was devestating deforestation. Someone had put up a fence around the ovens, but then someone else tore it down. So I wandered to cash in on someone else's vandelism.
Wanna know what I found inside??
A hole! Stupid crumbly oven.
Finally, like all good towns, there needed to be a place to put yer dead. Frisco was no exception. You can't have dead folks piled in the streets! You need a good hill to put them! And so, Frisco cemetary was created. If you were rich I imagine you got a proper headstone, like so...
The classic "boot hill" look. Very popular with hobos.