on a trip to see the rare occurrence of Death Valley in bloom. But I
there were other gems just across the border in the Nevada desert I had
One such gem was the town of Rhyolite.
I got there in the very
late afternoon and had the entire town to myself. There wasn’t even a
anyone had been there since the town was abandoned in 1919. Entering
I was simultaneously awe-struck and disappointed. The town was
many partial remains including a school and a general store. But the
impressive was the three story crumbling concrete remains of the John
Bank. It was definitely the most dominating feature of the current town
also the most breathtaking. The disappointment for me was that the sun
the wrong side of the building!
to find a hotel. I found this little place with just two rooms
down the paved road that served as a highway of sorts. The proprietor
sitting in her doorway in her housecoat with a small oscillating fan
high. Sure she had a room! No, there were no restaurants within 50
it was getting dark). She was very kind, and after a bit of
settling up for the night’s room, she offered me some of her own fried
“so as you don’t starve before morning!”
the next day, I was up before the sun rose, heading back to the ghost
was too early and, as the day before, was the only person for miles and
around. I had to wait for the sun, so wait I did. And when it hit those
mountains behind the bank, I knew the trip, as well as the wait, was
I could have ever hoped for.