As we approach the end of October and All Hallow’s Eve, the last place most people would think about camping would be in a ghost town next to a cemetery with graves over one hundred years old. However, on a recent trip through Nevada, that is exactly what my wife and I did. First of all, I don’t believe in ghosts. The Bible says you go to one of two places when you die, neither of which is hanging around the remains of your earthly body. Secondly, my wife and I were looking for a spot to camp for the night. Having visited this ghost town previously, we knew there was plenty of room to camp and a paved road would take us there. And how many places can you have a whole town to yourself and not pay a penny to be there?
So off we went to the historic town of Candelaria, parking just down the street from the old Wells Fargo Express Office. (We would have chosen the Walmart had there been such a thing in the 1870’s.) There we found a level spot, a fire ring and enough wood left by the last campers to grill our dinner. As the sun was setting we took a stroll over to the cemetery to pay our respects. I am here to report there were no strange noises or happenings in the night and I slept like a baby.
Boondocking in a ghost free ghost town, just another adventure in RVing!