Ghost Hunting: Baker City

We arrived in Baker City, Oregon--a town about 350 miles east of Portland on I-84-- late on Thursday night. Back in the day, Baker was a big-time mining town and regional hub; not sure what keeps it going now, although there's an awful lot of historical tourism, lots of Oregon Trail sites and narrow-gauge rail and little museums. We didn't see much of this, concentrating instead on tromping around the desert and looking for the pure ande uninterpreted product.

Friday morning, we woke up late, ate at the Geiser Grand hotel, and knocked around Baker a bit before heading out into the sticks.

Eric, the Most Diligent Man Alive, gets in a few words while the rest of us snooze	Breakfast at the Geiser Grand	The dining room is beneath this mezzanine. Eric has bet Victoria that a Denver omelette below him will cushion his fall.
We did not stay in this hotel.	The Geiser Grand. In the nineties, some nice people spent $7M restoring it. We poked around for a bit, trying to get into the clock tower, but nothing doing.

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