Back in the olden days (1994), I went on a family vacation with my dad, mom and sister to Yosemite. We ventured down through Auburn and the Gold Highway to Yosemite, and went home via Tahoe and Reno. (Little did I know THAT neck of the woods my home in the future.)
One of our favorite things to do was look at the big atlas we brought with us. (Mapquest? Google Maps? GPS? We don’t need no stinkin’ maps!) While perusing the atlas, something caught my eye: Bodie State Park. I thought for sure Mom and Dad would let us go here: it was educational, a State Park, and it was a ghost town. Dad loves the old west. Apparently, Dad loves makin’ good time on the road more than he loves broadening his daughters’ education.
In other words, Dad said no. Mostly because from Hwy 395 to Bodie was unpaved, and he didn’t want to drive the car on an unpaved roads. Maybe this is why I am so careful when driving on unpaved roads now. The point is, we didn’t get to see Bodie, and it has been calling my name ever since.
Finally, after years of talking about it, my friend Heather and I decide we are going to Bodie for a fun weekend. We invited the boys, but we figured even if they didn’t want to come, we would have a grand time. They did want to come, because come on, who doesn’t love to check out a good ghost town?