Mining Accident
In a business trip to Cripple Creek, Colorado a couple weeks ago, I had no feeling that the quiet town would return to its rough and tough reputation of the gold rush days.
An elevator breakdown stranded a dozen tourists about 500 feet under ground. The one hour mine tour lasted close to seven hours. The tour guide was killed by a door jam which left the elevator inoperative at the 1,000 feet deep level.
The staff of the Colorado Thoughts, passes their sympathy and condolences to the family of Patrick Weier including Weier's seven year old son.
It is sad, that sad days from the past continue in these times with modern equipment and machinery. The need for modern methods and up to date equipment is obvious. No matter how careful private owner and managers are, there is still a need for outside supervision.
Murder on Money Mountain
Life continued at a more frenzied pace. Cleaning out the debris and starting replacements for the burned buildings put craftsmen from Colorado Springs to work. This time bricks appeared where paper and wooden frames had been the norm. Abandoned mines made convenient holes to dump charcoal and partially burned timbers.
Rose Townson had two crews of ten men each building one-woman cribs in a row where previous ones had stood. The Cripple Creek Times managed to move to a small job press and published their Sunday paper on time. Lumber was being delivered to now empty lots where Nolans Saloon had stood as an anchor on Myers at Third Avenue. A piano player beat out "Roll Out the Barell" as carpenters pounded nails to build walls for a new saloon.
(The above is an excerpt Murder on Money Mountain, my third historical mystery, which is in bookstores and on Amazon.com)
In a business trip to Cripple Creek, Colorado a couple weeks ago, I had no feeling that the quiet town would return to its rough and tough reputation of the gold rush days.
An elevator breakdown stranded a dozen tourists about 500 feet under ground. The one hour mine tour lasted close to seven hours. The tour guide was killed by a door jam which left the elevator inoperative at the 1,000 feet deep level.
The staff of the Colorado Thoughts, passes their sympathy and condolences to the family of Patrick Weier including Weier's seven year old son.
It is sad, that sad days from the past continue in these times with modern equipment and machinery. The need for modern methods and up to date equipment is obvious. No matter how careful private owner and managers are, there is still a need for outside supervision.
Murder on Money Mountain
Life continued at a more frenzied pace. Cleaning out the debris and starting replacements for the burned buildings put craftsmen from Colorado Springs to work. This time bricks appeared where paper and wooden frames had been the norm. Abandoned mines made convenient holes to dump charcoal and partially burned timbers.
Rose Townson had two crews of ten men each building one-woman cribs in a row where previous ones had stood. The Cripple Creek Times managed to move to a small job press and published their Sunday paper on time. Lumber was being delivered to now empty lots where Nolans Saloon had stood as an anchor on Myers at Third Avenue. A piano player beat out "Roll Out the Barell" as carpenters pounded nails to build walls for a new saloon.
(The above is an excerpt Murder on Money Mountain, my third historical mystery, which is in bookstores and on Amazon.com)