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Chloride Ghost Town & Nothing

00:00 Title 00:05 Chloride Ghost Town, AZ 08:45 Nothing, AZ 10:19 Fin Chloride is located about 23 miles west of Kingman on Highway 93. The billboard signs for the access road are easy to spot even with road weary eyes. Once off the beaten path, it is like a weight is lifted off of the shoulders and wherever one was originally heading to is no longer of major importance. Taking one’s own sweet time becomes the mode, since there is no rat race to contend with. Soon the Chloride welcome signs appear and the memories of the outside world fade away. The timeless nature of an old historic ghost town truly is the ultimate escape from driving the stress filled highway. There are ghost towns and then there are living ghost towns. Chloride definitely is the latter of the two and this small community is very much alive in this modern age. Chloride is an old historic mining town that was established in the mid 1860s after a variety of valuable mineral strikes were found in the area. A railroad line from Kingman was built in the late 1890s and Chloride soon became the county seat. More than 5,000 people called Chloride home back in those days, but as mining operations declined in the early 1900s, so did the local population. Fire struck Chloride in the late 1920s and most of the town was never rebuilt. By the time that the 1940s rolled around, Chloride was almost completely abandoned. Western novel writer Louis L’Amour was staying in Chloride during the big fire after being drawn into the local mining claim game. During that period of history, western novels and western movies were the number one American entertainment venue. Many folks that were close to retirement back in those days longed for living the western lifestyle during their golden years. The romance with the old west contributed to Chloride becoming a timeless place for retirees, craftsmen and artisans. Chloride is now a cozy little artisan town out in the middle of the desert. This living ghost town has a way of captivating all that pass through. This is a place that seems light years away from the hustle and bustle of the modern world. The residents of Chloride have a unique way of expressing their community pride, which becomes obvious when touring the town. Every home and every front yard along the main street area is decorated to the hilt with artistic creations and odd looking metal scrap sculptures. A slow cruise through Chloride is like driving through a museum of weird desert folk art! The desert folk art theme of Chloride extends well up to the mountainside. On the outskirts of town there are marked dirt roads that go to the Roy Purcell Rock Murals on the hillside. The dirt roads are a bit too rough for low ground clearance passenger cars, but the hike to this outdoor art gallery is just a short distance. The name of the rock mural collection is called “The Journey” and this Roy Purcell creation is well worth checking out. Nothing is located along U.S. Highway 93 in the northern end of the Sonoran Desert between Wickenburg and Kingman. Anybody that has driven this long stretch of road can attest to how desolate this region can be, but at least there is Nothing to look forward to when passing through. The commuters that do the drive between Phoenix and Las Vegas for business, probably have passed by Nothing over a hundred times without doing much more than watching the sun faded sign disappear in the rearview mirror. Nothing used to be just a tiny blip on the map and there really is not much of anything left to see or do in this place. In recent years, the only remnants leftover from the heyday of Nothing are just a couple of old signs, a radio tower, one vacant building and a pile of torn up concrete. Nothing began as an eccentric concept community in the mid 1970s. The beliefs, dreams and work ethics of the residents never really took shape, so nothing became the running theme, hence the community name was apropos. Idealistically, Nothing was a self sufficient community concept that never gelled because of economic setbacks, so it is as if Nothing was doomed to be a little ghost town from the start. Those who know that Nothing is there do intentionally integrate Nothing into their travel plans just to get an opportunity to masterfully exercise the numerous ways that the name of this ghost town can be used in a sentence when chatting with fellow passengers. When talking about Nothing, there are all sorts of possibilities that will drive listeners to the brink of sanity. Trying to seriously talk about Nothing nearly always gets some laughs!