So, a little further up the road, we come to the proverbial fork-in-the-road.
I was pretty sure Mosquito Pass was the way to go, but the road heading down to the left was in much better shape and looked like it had more traffic so I decided to check it out first. The road went straight to the gates of an operating mine with all kinds of No Trespassing signage. I hung around until someone showed up. Turns out it was the owner of the mine, just who I wanted to talk to. His name was also Joe, and after explaining what I was doing on his property and that I didn't plan on being there long, he was kind enough to share all the information about the area I was looking for. This is when I found out I was in the wrong gulch and the Sweet Home Mine was the in the next one over. Joe said he didn't mind me spending a few hours poking around, which was all the time I had, but that if I found anything good he wanted to see it.
I wish Joe the best of luck with his venture and hope he finds us here on RHL.
Now folks, I have to tell you, it was my total intention to spend my time investigating and searching the rocks in the tailing piles along the road. But truth be told, I would get out of the car and look at my surroundings. Take some pictures of the mountains and flowers and start back to the car, without even thinking about looking at the rocks. I know, I know, sacrilege.
Here's the fork to Mosquito Pass and what I found at my first stop.