Randsburg

We pulled out of our driveway at 7am on Thursday the 28th (happy 15th Anniversary Honey!), thrilled to be on the road. We headed over the Cajon Pass, and north on the 395. There’s not much to say about the drive, hey, it’s the high desert. We started listening to Jack London’s White Fang and really enjoyed it.

We reached Randsburg by 9:30 am or so and we relieved to learn we could get breakfast in the General Store. Randsburg boasts a population of 70. It’s not a true ghost town, since, well, live people live there. But it was once a booming mine town of over 4000- after the gold ran out, silver and tungsten have both been mined there. My internet sources said that the mine was still active and employed people there, but the lady in the general store said that mine had been closed long ago. We missed the small museum, since it was open only on weekends, but the main street still looks much like it did in 1895 when gold was discovered there. Grandma and Grampa joined us here for breakfast. The food was mediocre, but the company was the best.