Marysville
Marysville
June 1, 2007
I hit the dirt trail off heading west seeking out a place called Marysville, a ghost
town. Years ago the town sprang up due to a silver rush I believe and after it was
a bust and dry there was nothing left to keep the people so they deserted the town.
There's not much to Marysville other than a couple streets, abandoned buildings
and random animals wondering the streets. The dirt road I took to get here had little
as well. The 5 mile journey took nearly 20 minutes and when there was a car coming
towards me one of us would stop as the other passed on the narrow pathway.
Ghost town's say something about time and what was no longer is. The buildings
seem well built so obviously when this was a town it had enough money to build with
quality, however it also means there has to be nothing left if they abandoned these
buildings.
As you quickly realize there's not much to do in a ghost town, but it draws
and attracts me; every building is boarded up and no one's in town but you and
the local from down the road passing by. I soon started my 20 minute journey back
to a paved road, then on to Helena.