#old mining town

[khorsia]

rotted from the inside out

[johbeil]

Crowd in front of the Gilded Garter

Central City, Colorado, 1980. Rolleiflex SL35 E with 50 mm Zeiss lens on Kodak film.

[rabbitcruiser]

Oatman, AZ

is a former mining town in the Black Mountains. Located at an elevation of 2,710 feet (830 m), it began as a tent camp soon after two prospectors struck a $10 million gold find in 1915, though the area had been already settled for a number of years. Oatman's population grew to more than 3,500 in the course of a year. After a few other names, Oatman was named in the posthumous honor of Olive Oatman, a young Illinois girl who was taken captive by (presumably) the Yavapai and forced to work as a slave. She was later traded to the Mohave who adopted her as a daughter and had her face tattooed in the custom of the tribe. She was released in 1855 near the current site of the town. In 1863, mountain man and prospector Johnny Moss discovered gold in the Black Mountains and staked several claims, one named the Moss, after himself, and another after Olive Oatman. For the next half century mining waxed and waned.  In 1941, the remainder of the town's gold mining operations were ordered shut. Oatman was fortunate insofar as it was located on Route 66 and was able to cater to travelers. Even that advantage was short-lived as the town was completely bypassed in 1953 when a new route between Kingman and Needles was built. By the 1960s, Oatman was all but abandoned. Oatman has undergone a renaissance of sorts in recent years thanks to burgeoning worldwide interest in Route 66 and the explosive growth of the nearby gaming town of Laughlin, Nevada, which promotes visits to the town.

[inhaletheworldblog]

Hautingly Beautiful – 4 Most Eerie Abandoned Places in the US

[novavlifestylemy-blog]

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International car forest of the last church goldfield nevada

On the outskirts of the old mining town of Goldfield, in Nevada, about half-a-mile off Highway 95, lies the “International Car Forest of the Last Church” – an art installation of 40 graffiti splattered, old cars, trucks, and buses buried nose down into the desert. The installation is a collaboration between Michael “Mark” Rippie and artist Chad Sorg.

Michael Rippie, who owns 80 acres of land next to the dirt road, began the project in 2002, determined to get the Guinness Book of World Recordstitle for the most cars planted vertically in the ground. He was later joined by Chad Sorg, who was driving through Goldfield several years ago, when he spied a vehicle sticking out of the ground. Sorg was so intrigued by Rippie’s creation that he moved to Goldfield in 2011 to live in a trailer and create art along with Rippie.

Unlike the famous Cadillac Ranch in Texas, where cars are planted at the same angle as the Great Pyramid of Giza, orCarhenge in Nebraska, inspired by England’s prehistoric Stonehenge, there seems to be no apparent order at the International Car Forest. Some cars are buried, some stacked on top of another and others simply parked. Some are covered with psychedelic graffiti. The source of the old junkers is unclear but, in the Nevada desert, such vehicles aren’t exactly hard to find.

The car forest is open all times for viewing pleasure. Artists have painted these cars, and bands play to audiences there. Unfortunately the two artists no longer work together after an angry fall out at a party. Rippie is now behind bars, sentenced last November to two years in federal prison for violating gun laws. Sorg went to Reno, where he’s reportedly working on a Motel.

[thehootmess]

So There's This Event

In my home town. It's called Cornish Christmas, and it occurs every Friday after Thanksgiving before Christmas. It's usually very fun for the whole family, but the last few years have been exhausting (there's a huge overcrowding issue nowadays, and parking is a nightmare). I always feel like I should visit at least one, because it was always a part of my childhood, and it's origins are steeped in the town's roots (particularly the mines, in which there was a large Cornish workforce. Were it not for the mines, the town would not exist).

So what do I do? Grab some food, meet up with an inebriated friend, and hangout in an alley between buildings with a chill dog. Once we were done, I fed the dog the last piece of my food, and we hit a coffee house to chat and enjoy hot drinks.

Oh yeeeeaaaaah~ I love a super laid-back hangout. Less people. Coffee. Good food. That ALWAYS equates to a good fuckin' day in my book. One of the better Cornish Christmas events I've been to in years.

[jouskah]

Sorry to all my followers..

I'm missing my home some, so there's gonna be a bit of spamming ^^ At least it's a pretty place!