We set out for the great adventure Wednesday afternoon making it a ways north on I-15 about three hours to just past Barstow, CA. To my delight right before the exit I saw the sign for Calico Ghost Town. I had seen that on a map back in the 1980’s and wanted to go there since. I guess I forgot about that till that sign reminded me I never made it there.
I had been planning on just an overnight, but I paid for two after the gal at the desk mentioned CGT was 3 miles away, and am glad we did. The ghost town was way better than expected. There is even a campground inside the park which turns out to be a county park. From what I read, the guy who created Knotts Berry Farm restored that town back in the 1950’s then donated it to the county. This is a must see if you have never been to a ghost town, but I would probably not go there in the summertime. It’s in the middle of the Mojave Desert. It was a beautiful 70 degrees and a bit windy while we were there. I can only imagine what it would be like in July. (probably 120 in the shade)
That evening the winds were blowing so wildly I considered pulling in the slides to move in the center of gravity for stability. Everything was howling that night, not much of a restful sleep for either of us.
