The Conway Ranch has a rich history, dating back to 1872. A beautiful setting that literally begs photos to be taken.

With a road named “Oil Plant Road,” you’d expect to find an oil plant somewhere along its way. False Advertising! No Oil Plant! Maybe they were actually talking about an actual plant, like a shrubbery….

The large abandoned ruins of the mine’s stamp mill complex on the side of the mountain are what prompted me to take my scouts on this hike.

I was a bit disappointed when I finally found it, not so much as to its condition, but rather that it was fenced off and posted no trespassing, so I couldn’t get in amongst the walls.

Out in the desert, alongside an abandoned and forgotten railroad siding, there’s a lonesome and long neglected Pet Cemetery. It’s not hidden but it’s easy to miss.

What was this large wooden ore bin used for? Gold or silver ore? Some other kind of material? That’s part of the fun of finding places like this, the wondering what it was used for.

Each time driving by, I’ve wanted to take a picture of this old factory. This time through, I did.

You’ve most likely zipped past this abandoned service station, if you’re a Hwy 395 junkie. It’s been closed for a long time, nothing to see here, keep moving along. But every place you see like this has a story, and sometimes, they’re wacky. And sometimes, they’re ordinary. I think the story behind this service station is rather extra-ordinary.

Originally established as a stagecoach depot in 1866. During the busy years of the railroad, there was also a residence for the section boss and a bunkhouse for the workers near the depot.

Does this building seem oddly familiar, like something out of a Twilight Zone episode perhaps? Read on, fellow travelers, searchers and explorers. At the signpost up ahead, you’ve entered the location known as “Grant.”

I didn’t have an EMF Meter, an EVP, a geophone, Geiger counter or even a flashlight. But somehow I knew, the Dixie Inn was definitely NOT haunted. Case solved, put to rest, RIP.

Who needs a bath more than once a month? Would have loved to visit this particular building when it was open for BATHS. Made of stones from local mines, opened for business in 1921.

Speeding past on Interstate 10, maybe a half dozen times a year, the “abandoned place gravity well” has tried to pick me off the freeway to stop and take some pics. It finally happened.

When there are many motels to choose from, what might make someone pick one over another, especially after driving for hours late into the night?