Bodie State Historic Park. Bodie, CA. There’s little that can prepare you for the ghost town of Bodie. It comes into view only as you round the last of the bumpy 13 miles through the desolate Bodie Hills. At an elevation of 8,379 feet, it’s hit with howling winds, snowdrifts, and white outs in winter and searing sun in summer. That didn’t stop the droves of people who flocked to Bodie in the 1860s and 1870s. It’s an unforgiving and remote place. That makes it all the more fascinating to see the scattered cabins, saloons, brothels, banks, and graves still standing as a testament to the frenzied quest for gold in the California west. It’s kept in a state of “arrested decay” by the park service, which took over in 1962. Cabins rot quietly on the hillsides but are never allowed to collapse. The shelves are filled with everything imaginable—whiskey, schoolbooks, cans of beans, fine china, tools—all collecting dust. They’re relics of a boomtown, left behind by people jumping ship. It looks like the rapture came through here.
I’ve been to Bodie several times, and it gets better every time. I like to think about the decades after everyone left and before the state park took it over. I’ve read that there were some old timers, hangers-on, living in the abandoned town, probably doing a little prospecting, until the 1930s. When the last of them died the place sagged alone with its stocked shelves and furniture. Of course, curiosity seekers came out to visit the homes and businesses and wander the empty streets. Imagine being a kid here, brought out with your parents on a Sunday afternoon sightseeing excursion. Imagine getting to run wild and explore the homes and shops, find a secret room or diary or small coffin. It must have been the most exciting ghost town in the world for those who remembered it was here. Even though it’s all official now the park has done a great job of maintaining that feel. To go to Bodie is to enter a time capsule. To leave is to join the thousands who left before you, deserting the hills to the ghosts and wind.
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I thoroughly enjoyed your post on Bodie. I was there last year and found it a photographers dream destination. After seeing your quality pictures, I am off to explore more of your posts.
Thanks and enjoy! I agree–Bodie is a photographer’s dream with more to explore every time you visit.
Bodie is a special place, needs a couple of visits though to get a better feel for the place, For me it was the cemetery, there are technically two, the Ladies buried outside the fence were the ones who would do just about anything to make ends meet, so to speak, and those inside the fence who were respected citizens of the town. One headstone was turned into a Post Box, so that his wife could send her husband a letter each day to make sure that he was not lonely and behaving himself mmmmm wonder if he ever received them !!
Thanks for checking out the site, Gordon! Bodie is a special place–I agree it needs more than one visit. My favorite are the furnished cabins. I think about what it must have been like to live there day in and day out–in winter with the town covered in feet of snow or blazing summer. I’ve been there a few times and always find something new. I didn’t know about the two cemeteries–or the post box!