Gemfield is a privately leased mining area of gemstones on BLM land up in the mountains outside of Goldfield. You could collect rocks and pay a dollar a pound for them, all on the honor system leaving money in the metal box. They had an old set of bathroom scales to weigh your collection. It was extremely isolated. No one around for miles. Very quiet. The only bad thing was I didn't feel comfortable riding Gracie around the area all alone in such a remote place thinking what if an accident happened. I decided to remove the temptation and leave the next day.
That next morning I cleaned up the weigh station area, went over the faded lettering on the sign with a felt tip pen and rehung the sign (a metal shelf) which I found lying in the dirt behind the Joshua Tree. Yeah, I enjoy doing that sort of thing when no one else is around.
There was another thing too about being here. I had come down a rocky slope on the three and half mile long dirt road to get back in here. I agonized over about climbing that slope when we would leave. That doesn't promote good night's sleep. The Little House on the Highway got us up and out of there okay. Not one of my smartest moves.