Cabin Fever

Geologist Cabin is an exceptional place to spend a couple of days.It is a first come first served deal, if nobody is there then it is all yours. It is very clean and touchingly people have left behind everything you need, well in a back country sense. There is no electricity, no running water, no bathroom no beds but there is a spring, boxes of matches, spare gas lamp mantles, a broom, some tins of food, some books, some tools,a table and chairs. There is a strong feeling of solidarity, people you have never seen and will never meet, know your needs and you know theirs.
Outside is desert and mountains and complete silence. Other than wild donkeys, birds and mice I see no other living creatures during my stay.
I go for a long tramp around the hills behind the cabin and get the answer to the question that has been bothering me. “What on earth is this cabin doing here?” Invisible at first, the hills are ratholed by mines. Someone at some time was out here looking for something. I suppose it was gold. There are signs of mining, now heavily decayed all across the hillside; half filled in entrances to mine shafts, odd pieces of equipment, walls in dried up gulches. How did they get here? How did they get the machinery here? How did they work in the hottest place in the world? Who were they?
How did they, at the end of the 1900’s, deal with sun burn, athlete’s foot, cuts and grazes, eczema, piles, toothache, and all the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to?
Well I suppose the lucky ones got to live in the cabin whilst the rest of them roamed the wilderness like John the Baptist.

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