It was 1887 when the Gold discovery news got out. Soon the small town was booming.
| "Gold in Bodie California"
As I walked down the hill through the brush on the outskirts
of Bodie. I somehow felt a connection to the town. I wanted
a better look at what was left of this settlement. A ghost town
now, but once full to overflowing, everyone busy getting rich
Hope was in their eyes, glazed over with greed; young and old,
laborer or professional, it didn't matter. The desire for getting
rich quick was driving them with the same craving. Bodie had
grown into a town with every convenience one could think of.
The recent discovery of gold brought new prospectors in daily.
Men with a dream, most of those poor men had the fever,
gold fever. The only ones getting rich were the merchants,
overcharging for the very staples of life, no mercy was shown.
Supplies were plenty, but only at a premium price.
Boot hill was full; the mortician working day and night.
Whorehouses fleecing their patron's of their new found wealth.
Saloons were doing a land office business selling rotgut whiskey.
While saloon girls prepared their prey for their upstairs enterprise.
Money and gold dust; the legal tender of the day had little value;
the miners were being used. Murder and mayhem were waiting
in the streets of Bodie for any unsuspecting soul on his way home.
People from all walks of life were coming from as far away as
the East Coast. The rush was on! Every mother's son had heard
about the strike from San Francisco to Portland Maine. By the mid
1880s the Boom was over. It was like a flash fire in a gun powder plant.
It was over.