If someone told you there was a Ghost Town in Death Valley you would feel like you had to go check it out right? Of course you would and I did.
To paint the picture, I got in to Death Valley early-ish and was silly enough to not look at my gas gauge. This seems to be happening at lot lately and for the record, I don’t recommend it. It’s very stressful. Well, I think I have enough gas to see all the things I want to see in the little time that I have. So, I waited until the end of the day to go check out this Ghost Town as it would be a different route to get back to Vegas where I was staying. Well, first I missed the turn and probably went about 7 miles out of the way (for reference, that would be another 7 miles back to the right turn for a total of 14 miles out of the way). As I finally approach the Ghost Town I am running on fumes and not sure I should even chance pulling off the road to explore this place, but I do anyways, and I’m glad I did.
I was told by a couple I was staying next to in Vegas that I had to check it out and that’s what I was determined to do. I was also told that there was a guy there that sold the old Indian flutes and I was excited to get one. Nothing wrong with picking up another pass time besides watching TV and staring off in to space. Well, I get there and it is a ghost town. Meaning, there wasn’t anyone there. The “visitor center” is closed along with other little things to go in to. So, basically, I missed the good stuff and I didn’t get my flute.
Regardless of this sad chain of events, the Goldwell Open Air Museum was pretty cool. There were several sculptures that you got to see, take selfies with and touch or sit on. This made it worth the stress and it was pretty fun.
No, I did not see any real ghosts or feel like it was haunted but that’s my opinion, not several others. Take a drive out and you be the judge!