On to Cody, Wyoming, and a touristy ghost town we just couldn’t pass up: Old Trail Town.
We had spent the earlier part of the day at Yellowstone, and by the time we arrived Old Trail Town truly was a ghost town — only a few others were wandering around. But that seemed appropriate. There was plenty of time to contemplate the old days, and what life must have been like for the pioneers in this harsh land. Old Trail Town is made up of 26 buildings from the late 1800s moved here in an attempt to preserve them.
Have you heard of Butch Cassidy, the Sundance Kid, and Kit Carson? They’re vaguely familiar to me, but I can’t tell you a lot more — other than that they hid out in some of the buildings here.
There were also memorials to some men (and even a few women) who died out in the wild, wild west. So scenic with that big, beautiful sky!
Here’s an old saloon frequented by some of the afore-mentioned wild west heroes. It often amazes me how small many of these rooms and buildings were. Our houses nowdays seem so much bigger. The small size of the cabins where entire families lived in a single room are really amazing, and serve as a great example of just how pampered we are.
After about an hour, we left the ghosts there in Old Trail Town, and headed off to dinner. Next time, one of the highlights for me: a visit to a former Japanese internment camp.