This weekend we took a rainy drive through the Mojave and ended up at the ghost town of Garlock and the, "living ghost town," of Randsburg. I'm just gonna say it; Pioneertown wishes it was Randsburg. It was picturesque, creepy, and very lost-in-time. We both agreed that we wanted a little vacation home out there. This was an easy agreement because we totally buy vacation homes, like, ALL THE TIME. Randsburg, an old mining town, has a number of abandoned buildings but also a number of antique shops, a couple of bars, an inn, a general store, and the Santa Barbara church (Barbara is the patron saint of miners). I wish I would've headed out there before our wedding because there were amber bottles aplenty and the cheapest fool's gold I've ever seen. I also wish we would've brought cash because nowhere in town takes cards and the woman who owned the only ATM in Randsburg was, "out". We had to drive 20 miles away to the nearest ATM and, by the time we got back, the shops had closed up. We did, however, get hand stirred sodas (gross) at the General Store and went to a bar where we were the only customers. The sweet and welcoming bartender showed us pictures of her parents, told us the history of the town, and talked to us until our cold urban hearts got uncomfortable with too much hospitality and friendliness. Upon leaving...K: "Ugh. She was a talker!" J: "Yeah, she talked me out of getting a second drink." Social soulmates.
Totally recommended if you're in the area or even if you're not. Here's 500 photos if you're still not convinced.