Rhyolite Ghost Town, Nevada
The charm of Rhyolite in the state of Nevada has always made it one of our favorite ghost town destinations. Don and I have been going there for decades. We have taken the kids many times when they were younger. It was to their surprise when we were getting closer to the town that they remembered the place. We could hear the enthusiasm in their voices as the memories came flooding in.
Rhyolite has changed a lot since the first time we ever saw it. The ghost town remains in its’ own little world, with hardly any new buildings or amenities surrounding the once active gold rush activities of its heyday. The few remaining ruins look like something more out of a movie set than real. The building facades are about all that remain in a few structures. The school is still intact thanks to the Friends of Rhyolite who have done restorations to slow down the decay. They have even put up a few signs to call out the remaining ruins.
The best building is the Train Station which is privately owned and now has chain linked fencing around the facility. In the midst of the gold rush era, it was common to take down buildings, or move them, or reuse the building materials, when new mines struck it rich, or when old mines were depleted or stopped producing. Legend has it that the old town buildings of Rhyolite became the new foundation for the town of Beatty in Nevada, when Rhyolite went bust. But that’s getting ahead of ourselves. This is how the actual town of Rhyolite came about.
When a well-known gold prospector in Death Valley, California, named Shorty Harris and his friend E. L. Cross were prospecting in the nearby Nevada area in 1904, they found quartz all over a hill. Shorty described the scene as “… the quartz was just full of free gold…”
Only one other person lived in the area at that time. He was known as Old Man Beatty who lived in a ranch with his family five miles away. Shorty and E.L.’s discovery was all it took and word spread quickly. The gold rush was on. Soon there were 2000 claims in a 30 mile area.
The most promising, the Montgomery Shoshone mine, prompted everyone to move to Rhyolite, named from its silica-rich volcanic rock. The town boomed. Buildings sprang up everywhere. But this was not just a mining town, it was a significant town. One building was 3 stories tall and cost $90,000 to build. A stock exchange and Board of Trade were formed. The red light district drew women from as far away as San Francisco. There were hotels, stores, and a school for 250 children (which still stands to this day), an ice plant, two electric plants, foundries and machine shops, and even a miner’s union hospital.
The town citizens had an active social life including baseball games, dances, basket socials, whist parties, tennis, a symphony, Sunday school picnics, basketball games, Saturday night variety shows at the opera house and pool tournaments.
In 1906 Countess Morajeski opened the Alaska Glacier Ice Cream Parlor to the delight of the local citizenry. That same year an enterprising miner, Tom T. Kelly, built a Bottle House out of 50,000 beer and liquor bottles. The Bottle House still stands to this day and is one of the most viable attractions in all of Rhyolite.
In April 1907 electricity even came to Rhyolite, and by August of that year a mill had been constructed to handle 300 tons of ore a day at the Montgomery Shoshone mine. It consisted of a crusher, 3 giant rollers, over a dozen cyanide tanks and a reduction furnace.
The Montgomery Shoshone mine had become nationally known because promoter Bob Montgomery once boasted he could take $10,000 a day in ore from the mine. Learning this part of the history of Rhyolite made our entire family laugh out loud. For decades Don and I have known a caver named Bob Montgomery, whom is actually our best caver friend to this day. So it was funny to us to learn someone with his same name was responsible for the fame of Rhyolite’s most productive mine, and not because of his boasting, but because it did out-produce them all.
The Montgomery Shoshone mine was later owned by Charles Schwab, who purchased it in 1906 for a reported 2 million dollars. The financial panic of 1907 took its toll on Rhyolite and was seen as the beginning of the end for the town. The town and its people may be gone, but the history and its mines live on.
Let’s go!