Everytime I drove between Southern California and Las Vegas I wistfully looked at the signs advertising Calico Ghost Town and wished we had time to stop and take a peek. Last Vegas trip my dreams became reality! It was sort of a disappointing reality. It was July and well over 100 degrees, which was sort of exciting to experience in a masochistic way. The little shops and town were cute, but they looked more touristy than ghosty (I know, I’m writing about my love for tackiness and I complain it’s too touristy?!). I don’t regret the stop, but I probably won’t be back.
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After many years of driving to Vegas, we finally stopped at Calico two summers ago. It was too hot to really enjoy it, but I’m still glad that I had my curiosity calmed. It was neat to see, but I won’t likely stop again. Gotta get to Vegas ( or home after a long weekend!)
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