My family brought us to an a.ban.don.ed mining town, and without warning, my father and brother sent me and my 8-year-old daughter tumbling down a mine shaft. When we landed, she whispered, “Mom… don’t move.” We stayed still until they left. Then she revealed what my brother said before we fell.
The journey to Silver Creek, Colorado, was meant to be my father’s version of a family reunion. My father, Richard Hale, had spent weeks insisting that my eight-year-old daughter, Sophie, should visit the a.ban.don.ed mining town where our family had once owned land. My older brother, Daniel, followed behind us in his truck. Everything seemed…
