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Browns Creek


I could not find any evidence of a town at Browns Creek but it was the location of an open cut and underground gold mine in the not too distant past.  It was closed in 1999 when the mine flooded.  At the same time farmers reported that a section of Browns Creek dried up. The old mining site is now used by a landscaping company.

This is the end of this trip.

I've added Browns Creek as a locality over at 100 towns.


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  1. A beautiful creek capture with a slightly misty appearance .... how wonderful to meander along that creek-bed ... Just around the next bend and then the next ...

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  2. mmm ... that report about the cry drying up at the same time as the mine shutting sounds a bit 'urban mythish' to me ... like people getting more illnesses within weeks of a wind-farm being installed ...

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  3. This is one of those photos that look like a painting. Gorgeous!

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