Desert stock exchange: Wall Street Mill
There are no wolves on this Wall Street...just old cars and an old mill, which in my opinion are way more exciting than any wolves, bulls or bears. I'll stop with the puns now. While I loved all the trails we explored, this one was by far the most unique. If I was forced to pick a favorite I'd probably say Wall Street Mill.
The last thing I was expecting to find in this desert expanse was old rusted out cars being slowly swallowed up by the sand.
After you've made your way through the maze of cars you come to the mill. There's a small barbed wire fence around the mill, but you can get pretty close and even see inside if the lighting is right. Even though it's rusted frame and boards look like the could collapse at any moment, I could still picture people bustling in and out hard at work.
Wall Street Mill has had many lives. It was ultimately operated sporadically as a stamp mill where gold ore from the Keys' mines and surrounding mines was processed. Before that it was a popular watering hole for cattle after a well was dug nearby. In the late 1920s two men (Oran Booth and Earle McInnes) made a filed a claim, built a cabin, and gave the mill its moniker of "Wall Street". Eventually they left for more lucrative opportunities and abandoned everything in the process. After they left Keys came in, finished what they'd started and brought the stamp mill to the site. Eventually he passed away and no one else claimed the site. Their trash has become the park's treasure.
So thank you William McHaney, Oran Booth, Earle McInnes and William Keys for leaving behind all your stuff so we can marvel at it many years later.