My fondest place is in southern Oregon. This was in the early fifties and my father owned a mine for chrome ore. It was out in the wilderness, accessible only by large trucks and they had to be able to ford a river and multiple creeks. We lived in a tent, our folks, two brothers and I, on the side of the river. The swimming was great and the rest of the time we could play with the local wildlife such as rattlesnakes and scorpions. It was really a boy's fantasy world. Mom home-schooled us and we were there for nearly three years until the market for the ore dried up. We were fortunate in that we had just sold our last load of ore just before the price plummeted.