Geographically speaking, the Maze consists of miles and miles of broken outcroppings and mesas of all shapes and sizes, surrounded by water-filled canyons. In these canyons are nestled thousands of veins of ghost rock—new ones discovered every day—and atop the mesas sit the boomtowns looking to exploit them. From certain vantage points, one can see literally dozens of small towns.
The Great Melting-Pot
Nowhere is California’s diversity more in evidence than in the Great Maze. In my travels I met countless settlers and prospectors from Back East, as well as members of such diverse Indian tribes as the Cuahilla, Chumash, Costanoan, Gabrielino, Mojave, Southern Paiute, Serrano, and Tipal, among others.
Add to that mix a massive influx of Chinese immigrants, Union and Confederate soldiers, the Mexican forces of Santa Anna, thousands of scientists seeking the region’s ghost rock, the pirate fleet of the Warlord Kang… you get the picture.
With so many different folks trying to eke out a living, and no central government keeping everyone in line, only one group stands between the Maze and economic chaos: the Greater Maze Rock Miners’ Association, aka ‘The Rockies’.