Last week we purposely went to the tiny town of Eureka in the lonely county of Juab (way out in the Utah dessert).
As you can see from this photo, there is a heap of stuff see in Eureka.
The post office.
The fire station. (Looks more like a Tough Shed, doesn't it?)
(It was a "very high fire danger" day when we were there. Dang! I wanted to light my dynamite.)
Alright! Enough joking around. We actually saw a great deal there. This is Porter Rockwell's cabin.
If you don't know of Porter Rockwell, he was a rough and tough cowboy type. Wikipedia says, " ...during his lifetime he was as famous and controversial as Wyatt Earp or Pat Garrett."
I got to sit in his outhouse. (That's it. Just sit.)
We also visited the oldest Catholic church in our state.
And Eureka used to be a mining town (hence the name "Eureka"). This is the head frame that lowered people/things, via its pulley, into the mine.
The red arrow points to the head frame on this diagram. Notice how small it is compared to the 3000 feet deep mine.
The real reason we went to Eureka was for the motorcycle ralley.
There were bikes everywhere.
And a lot of bikers too.
Over 750 of them.
I think bikers get a bad rap. They are actually some of the nicest people you will ever meet. Very funny and down to earth too. Their beer jokes are the best.
We also visited the jail (just visited).
Played on the playground. (Imagine that. Playing on a "play"ground.)
Layed out in the warm sun.
And just goofed around.
Oh! And we ate some very tasty sugar cookies that my sister-in-law Heather made.