I LOVE ghost towns.
I find them intriguing and scary and sad and all sorts of awesome.
I saw a sign for the Calico Ghost Town on the way to Vegas and begged for Husband to pull over, but ignored my request. So I begged again on the way back, and he finally caved in! Yaaaaaay!
We were encountering a snow storm on the mountain pass, so it was super cold.
No train rides because we were the only ones there (until some Australian tourists pulled up, but by then we were leaving).
Wind speed was like 60 miles per hour, and I was almost knocked over by a gust on few occasions…
The mountain paths are jagged-y and very unsafe.
And there is that overall feeling of lonely melancholy… (it will eat you up alive)
BUT SO WORTH IT.
I made Husband look inside one of the abandoned houses because he wouldn’t let me stand on that brick with the baby inside me.
So creepy… AS IN CREEPY AWESOME!!!