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Showing posts with label Wild West. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wild West. Show all posts

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Calico Ghost Town

Sit right back and you will hear a tale. A tale of a fateful trip. It started...  Okay, that may be the beginning of Gilligan’s Island and my trip wasn’t fateful, but like most of the episodes of Gilligan’s Island it was at the very least interesting.  

In fact the adventure that I am thinking about is no where near boating or water and take place in Calico Ghost Town.  When I was a young lass, my mother took me camping at Calico Ghost Town and I distinctly remember the Camp Ground Keeper warning us to never wander into any of the mines, because our bodies might not be found and to always dump your shoes before putting them on, because scorpions liked to hide in them.  Needless to say, we only camped there once and the place left a lasting impression on me, because anytime I am in the desert, I constantly think about scorpions and death by scorpions sting.

 

Now, lets fast forward at least a decade and the urge to go back to Calico Ghost Town strikes me.  I have a love for caves, and what is a mine but a man made cave?  Or at least that is the thought running through my head when I cajole my dear father into a drive to the desert.  When we get there, the town is nothing like I remembered.  Which was wonderful. It was one of my favorite things ever, a roadside attraction with a historical flair. Yes, there were mines, but there was so much more.  The town catered to tourists of a family nature, and there were enough activities to keep young children entertained while receiving a brief history of mining and life on a new frontier.  Pretty much everything my dad could roll his eyes at and humor me on was there, whether that was to dress up in old times clothes for pictures or to ride a train that pointed out the history of mining and the area or walk through the Mystery Shack.  

While most would say that it doesn’t do any good to go down memory lane, sometimes it is just what is needed.  I appreciate the time I went as a small child and the fear of scorpions it provided, but I also appreciate go back and seeing how things can change in a positive way an created new memories.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Iron West



I think that my Doug TenNapel collection is growing. I didn’t even know that I had a Doug TenNapel collection, until I started writing this and realized that I have composed several reviews on variety of his works. (Such as Cardboard, Flink & Ghostopolis to name a few of the graphic novels that I have previously sampled.) It seems that the more I read of Doug TenNapel the more I come to adore the way his brain works. 
I have noticed that in his stories that there is a belief in person that somewhere inside them is a good person, and that sometimes good people just make bad decisions. I like that.  Mostly because I want to believe that I am an innately good person that sometimes makes bad decisions. I also want to believe that people can change if they want really want to change. This latest Doug TenNapel find did not disappoint.
Iron West is a graphic novel by Doug TenNapel that highlights that sometimes life will take you on a weird path, but ultimately the path you choose is up to you. This tale of the old west may roam with Indians, Sasquatches, killer robots and the occasional wingless dragon, but overall it drives home that change comes from within.  The art and the characters are so much fun to follow, that by the time you are done with the book you can’t help but smile and marvel at what a good trip it was.