I stopped in there about seven years ago. No one around except the gentleman in the store. They said they had the coldest beer in town, so I bought one. It wasn't cold, but they didn't lie, it was the coldest beer in town. I love unspoiled ghost towns, and this one fits the bill. I used to go with my dad in the 1950s to his mines south of Death Valley. I always loved going through these old areas. This place brought back some great memories.