Tecopa is a desert oasis about two miles south of the Town of Shoshone, CA at the very southern end of Death Valley. It sits on an earthquake fault and the water comes out of the earth hot. The photos (below) are what Tecopa looks like today. I suspect from all historical evidence that this is very much what it looked like 1000 years ago. Which is to say that man’s attempt to change the place was unsuccessful by in large (note the recent history below).
There’s a small resort that was built up around the springs. Go or don’t go. I don’t want to bad-mouth anyone…but it’s not the sort of place I’d spend money. However your journey of exploration doesn’t have to end at the walls and boundaries of the little desert baths (in poor repair). You can also explore the oasis itself, which extends well beyond the limits of private land onto BLM land.
Several months later, in August, the brothers and several San Francisco capitalists, including George Hearst, incorporated the Balance Consolidated Mining Company. Then the Browns laid out a townsite at a trickle of water named Willow Creek, six miles southeast of Resting Springs. Thirty-five miles away, in Nevada, they installed a sawmill in the Charleston Mountains, where abundant white pine timber was available.
It took a lot of effort to build a “town”, destined to become a ghost town when the silver ran out, but the brothers Brown had a lot of ambitions to be land barons as well as silver barons. As was the case with many places in Death Valley, the key to victory was in selling mining shares.
The smelter became a demanding operation — too demanding. It required as many as 44 men to provide fuel, ore, and repairs. And a chronic shortage of water made the furnace overheat, crack the cooling jackets, and shut down in a burst of steam. Then, too, as the Gunsight went deeper, the ore changed from easy-to-smelt galena (lead sulfide) to refractory lead carbonate.William Welch, the sheriff of Inyo County, considered Tecopa a costly mistake since “it costs five cents a pound freight from San Bernardino here…” Resting Springs, Welch found, was “quite a nice little place of some thirty white population and double that number of aborigines…” The camp was smaller than Tecopa, comprising only one store, a blacksmith shop, a “gin mill or two,” several houses and miners shanties, and the Osbornes’ “superior dwelling,” which stood near a small, clear stream. Nearby were two reservoirs, one of them used for bathing.
The isolation only intensified the oppressive weather. On a trip in April, 1880, bitter, chilling winds made travel and sleep almost impossible for photographer W.A. Vale. “I bet there was a peck [of sand] in the Stage that drifted in Since Morning,” he wrote in a diary. When Luckhardt, the superintendent, departed in August, the mercury “played such frolicsome little pranks as rising to 116° in the shade….” Several months later, the pony rider again became crazed and lost the mail.
Epilogue
Today there’s nothing left but some abandoned mine works and of course, there is the oasis.
I find myself looking forward to these posts. Well done, sir.
William Welch. Great sheriff name.
Very interesting.
Thank you. The West is a magical place.
Some died hard like W. R. Cornman.
That sounds well worth the visit. Now I'm looking forward to the novel.
Juliette Smith is the one who writes the Westerns.
Some say Mother Nature is a bitch. As you said, not really, she just doesn't care. She will recycle all of us eventually, sooner rather than later if you don't pay attention.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The coyotes and the ants will get you if you are not prepared.