Our big surprise of the day was a ghost town called Garnet. We stopped for gas and saw a sign saying there was a ghost town up the road. The gas station owner told us it was worth the trip. Fifteen miles of dusty, twisting roads later we were there. In 1898 it was a town created by the silver boom and had over 1000 people in it. Ten years later it was down to 150 people. In 1912 it had a fire that destroyed part of the town and by the 1920s it was a nearly a ghost town. It made a small comeback in the 1930s, then was gone after World War Two. We walked around the old hotel, the old general store, a few houses, and one of the taverns (it had 13). Many objects were still in the buildings; bed frames, washingmachines, wine bottles, coffee cans. One outhouse had three holes. We wondered if there were times when all three holes had been used at the same time. For a small town with no people in the middle of nowhere it was quite interesting.
We are spending the night in Montana just north of Yellowstone. On the way here I (Jerry) got to thinking that the roads were really straight, there was very little traffic, I hadn't seen a cop for weeks and I heard that there were very few in Montana. Well, I started going a bit faster than I had been when what did I see beside the road? A cop. My heart beat faster, I slowed down, and the cop payed no attention to me at all.
Tomorrow - Yellowstone.