On our way back from Santa Fe, we decided to take the infamous Turquoise Trail Highway and visit all of the ghost towns that occupy this scenic road. First, we stopped in Cerrillos (a quintessential Old West mining town), but they were filming a movie there so we couldn't see much.
Moments after getting back on the road, I spotted this quaint church perched upon the hillside in the neighboring ghost town of Golden. Something about this little chapel caught my eye and although it was getting late, I felt compelled to go check it out. I quickly grabbed my camera, and the children and I walked through fenced walls into a small cemetery.
Most of the graves appeared to be unmarked and as we got closer to the chapel doors, a scary looking man walked out of the darkness. He stated that he volunteered at the chapel -- giving tours, taking names of visitors and donations and that he was attempting to get all of the graves marked. His reason: "I'm trying to make things right with God and make my way into heaven, Miss."
Now, I don't know if you've ever had one of those moments where you thought, "This is it. I'm going to die RIGHT NOW and this guy is going to bury us in one of those graves and I didn't even think to grab my cell phone because I couldn't imagine anyone would be sitting in this old church at dusk. OMG. I set myself up for this. I'm in a ghost town with no one around. HELLLLLLLP!!!"
This was horror movie material if there ever was any! My body wanted to run as he gave us the tour, but I kept telling myself to have faith. HE WAS A MAN OF GOD. Killing us would not get him into heaven.
And just as he said he would, he gave us a tour with a brief history of the church. (It was built in 1830, shortly after gold miners set up camp there.) He let the children ring the bell and he allowed me to take some photos, as long as I would "please sign the guest book." And yes, I tried hard to not think that guest book was aiding in the marking of the graves.
As we walked back to the car, he hugged me and proudly stated, "I'm the Mayor of Golden!" which I'm pretty sure is possible because he's the only one that lives there... but that is beyond the point. Just before I got in my car, I asked if I could snap his photo. (Evidence.)
Now... I do feel a little guilty for being so dramatic, because he turned out to be pretty nice in the end and he obviously spared our lives! And if nothing else, I will certainly think twice the next time I follow my photographic compulsions to a ghost town.
Happy Hauntings, my little convict-looking church volunteers... ♰





































