It was a beautiful, crisp September morning in Silverton and we were looking for gold! Aspen gold, that is. We had come north to this southwestern Colorado town for the fall color extravaganza but it appeared we had arrived a few days too early. The fall colors are fickle and fleeting and the signature golden hue we sought was still limited to a few small clumps of trees in the immediate area. From experience, we knew local color conditions can vary widely from valley to valley so we immediately put "Plan B" into effect. If the color wouldn't come to us, we would go seek it out! Our destination for the day was to be the ghost town of Carson, perched high on the Continental Divide, almost 30 miles distant. Covering that much ground increased our chances of finding some of the brilliant trees that we were seeking. The fact that the area we would be traversing is some of the most spectacular mountain scenery in the entire country did very little to dissuade us either.
After a leisurely "bed-and-breakfast" start time of nearly 10 a.m., we headed east out of town on Highway 110. The road quickly turns to graded gravel on leaving Silverton and then becomes much narrower, steeper, and rockier at the old town site of Eureka. We continued climbing to the ruins of Animas Forks, dropped into Low Range, and turned right and up toward Cinnamon Pass. Cinnamon Pass will always hold a very special place in my four-wheeling memories as it was the first high Colorado pass I traversed in a Jeep over thirty years ago.
Cresting the ridgeline, we started the long, gradual drop into the headwaters of the Gunnison River. This deep mountain valley has a generous carpeting of aspen clinging to its sculpted sides and our excitement rose as we noticed that the annual color change was much further along on this side of the pass. Just short of Castle Lakes, we started keeping a sharp lookout for the turnoff up Wager Gulch leading to our destination - the abandoned mining camp of Carson.
We were looking for "gold," but over one hundred twenty years ago a man by the name of Christopher Carson was seeking gold of the more permanent variety. He staked out the Bonanza King Mine and several other properties when the mining district was organized in 1881. His mine was an early producer and the town that grew up in the area soon bore his name. History of the area is a little fuzzy, but it is probable that the name of Carson was actually used by two different towns created during two different mining booms. "Old Carson" is situated at the head of the gulch on both sides of the Continental Divide. The settlement grew up around the aforementioned Bonanza King Mine, the St. Jacobs, the Thor, and the other 150 or so claims in the area. Silver was king and the district grew rapidly. A road was built up Wager Gulch in 1883 to facilitate getting supplies in and the rich ore out. A southern route was added in 1887 when a competing road was pushed up Lost Creek from the Atlantic side of the Divide. Carson was a bustling, busy place until the silver crash of 1893 abruptly quieted the area. Additional discoveries of gold-bearing properties livened things back up for a time and nearly $200,000 in gold was taken out of the St. Jacob's alone in 1898. The long distance from the railroad and increasing extraction costs once again slowed production and by the early 1900s, the town was mostly silent.