I was convinced that I was hearing the final death rattle of my car. In my head I was going over the excuses I’d have to tell the rental company; “No sir, it’s been parked almost the entire time. It’s must’ve been a raccoon that wrecked the underside.” The road to Bodie is perilous, but so very worth it.
It’s quiet. The early morning chill at this altitude is refreshing. You gaze out over the settlement and can’t help but stare in wonder.
Setting foot in the remnants of a Wild West boomtown is nothing short of magical. Located in the middle of nowhere just east of the Sierra Nevada mountains, it makes you wonder how people even found it in the first place. Once a hive of activities with it’s red light district, barroom brawls, opium dens, and shootouts it now stands eerily quiet; aptly earning its moniker – ghost town.
As you look through the windows of the buildings still standing you’re looking through a portal into a world not so distant past. Beer bottles, roulette tables, clothing, medicin; all just left as is when the people who lived here decided to leave. What’s equally amazing is that this little town was inhabited up until the 1940’s!
It’s utterly fascinating to image what life was like back then as you walk among the buildings. There’s various remnants of the life spread out to help your imagination – tin cans, tools, frames for bicycles, etc; there’s even bullet holes on the Shell sign. If that’s not telling of the Wild West then I don’t know what is!
For anyone who’s interested in the Wild West and good old American history, this is a definitely place to visit.