You will drive past Chloride City

One gold strike in 1905 produced three towns out of the same boom. Two of them you will spend time in. The third sat up on the ridge, and it had silver but no water, and that settled it.

It is still up there. From the road you cannot see the cabins — what you can see is the pale streak of mine tailings along the ridgeline, bright rock that carries for kilometers.

The scene below it has fifty people climbing a mountain that has an entire town on its crest which died of thirst. I am not going to have anybody point that out.