|03-25-2009, 12:59 AM||#63|
Joined: Jul 2007
Kolmanskop is a ghost town in southern Namibia, a few kilometres inland from the port of Lüderitz. In 1908, Lüderitz was plunged into diamond fever and people rushed into the Namib desert hoping to make an easy fortune. Within two years, a town, complete with a casino, school, hospital and exclusive residential buildings, was established in the barren sandy desert.
But shortly after the drop in diamond sales after the First World War, the beginning of the end started. During the 1950's the town was deserted and the dunes began to reclaim what was always theirs.
|03-26-2009, 12:55 PM||#64|
Bent, But Not Broken
Joined: Mar 2006
Location: My Mad Scientist Laboratory
Kid Of Speed's motorcycle tour of Chernobyl has been pretty much discredited now. All she really did was take a guided car tour of the area while wearing leathers and carrying a helmet. Ukranian tourguides have later told of the girl carrying a helmet in the car, and of her husband staging photos with dolls and toys to make them appear more dramatic.
Kind of sad really. If she had simply told the story of Chernobyl and posted unstaged photos, without her claiming to have had unfettered access on her bike, her site could have been a fairly valuable source of information. Some of the photos are quite moving.
Stretch67 screwed with this post 03-27-2009 at 07:27 AM
|05-14-2009, 07:20 PM||#66|
Joined: Jul 2005
I'm thinking about visiting Centralia tomorrow evening or Sat morning. Any special recommendations? Anywhere to camp (free or cheap and no RV's) in the area?
'09 Buell XB12XT, TL1000S, H1F, M620, CR250R, KX100, XR650R, Cota 315R
Summer 2009 Ride Report http://advrider.com/forums/showthrea...1509c&t=507038
Summer 2008 RR. http://www.advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=367703
|05-14-2009, 07:53 PM||#67|
Joined: Aug 2004
Location: Everett Washington. Home: Wichita Kansas.
The Ghost Town of Volland, Kansas.
This pic was taken inside the store that you can just see on the right, with the burnt false front.
Peru, Kansas, in the Chauttauqua Hills, South East, Kansas.
Peru, of old.
|05-15-2009, 05:02 AM||#68|
Onward through the fog...
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Cairns, Oz
Near Burra, South Australia
'77 Harley Ironhead 6,000 miles across Oz
Reryder (AKA Hopper)
1977 Harley Sportster
01 HONDA VFR800
Ancient Harley 45, Snortster (Sporty engine in a Norton), Norton Atlas, Honda 350/4, Ariel HS scrambler
|05-21-2009, 07:51 AM||#69|
n00best of the n00b
Joined: Feb 2008
Location: Prague, Czech Republic
A small village in Czech Republic on the way to a friends birthday party... at least what was left of it...
Come see the beauty of Europe by motorcycle!
MV: Deauville, Transalp, CB500, Shadow, SV650 S
Mine: Suzuki DR 350
|08-03-2012, 10:21 AM||#72|
Joined: Jun 2012
Location: Conway, AR
Smith mine disaster, near Red Lodge, Montana. 74 souls lost in 1943, abandoned since then.
Not here for a long time, just a good time..
|08-03-2012, 01:40 PM||#73|
Joined: Apr 2007
Location: East Texas, 100 mi. south of the U.S. border
Dragoon Springs, Arizona
Dragoon Springs... one of the way stations in south eastern Arizona for the Butterfield Stage.
Photo is of the graves of 4 Confederate soldiers who were killed by Apaches on May 5, 1862, and buried near the
ruins of the old stage station.
There is actually a small glint of a reflection off the windscreen of my 07 GSA in the brush in the background above the 2nd grave from right. So, there is a bike in the picture. Sort of.
There are three kinds of men: The ones that learn by reading; the few who learn by observation; the rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves. - Will Rogers
|08-03-2012, 02:26 PM||#74|
Joined: Feb 2011
Location: Broken Arrow, OK
Here's a partial ride report on Northeastern Oklahoma ghost towns that I posted on another site a couple years ago.
We then headed west on Hwy. 16 about twelve miles to Slick, our first ghost town. Slick was an oil-boom town and in 1919 had a population estimated at 5000. As the oil fields slowed production, the workers moved on. By 1930, Slick’s population was under 500. As of the 2000 census, the population was 148.
An old filling station:
Cigarette signs at the filling station. L&M’s and Chesterfields.
The Country Store:
An old store converted to a house:
The old railroad depot which is now a church:
We left Slick and continued West on Hwy. 16 about twenty-two miles to Shamrock. Shamrock was another oil-boom town which in 1915 had an estimated population of 10,000. By 1930, as workers moved to new boom towns, the population had thinned to about 700. The 2000 census lists Shamrock’s population as 125. Shamrock’s last claim to fame was that in 1932, Pretty Boy Floyd robbed the bank.
Shamrock had an Irish tone with many buildings painted green and the streets had Irish names.
The Shamrock Museum:
An old house:
An old store:
Unidentified building, perhaps the old jail?:
An automotive service building dated 1927:
The business district:
A gateway to ???
Next on our list was Avery about eleven miles West of Shamrock, eight miles of which were dirt roads. We made it on our street bikes without incident. Avery was a major agricultural and shipping center prior to WWI. As many as 125 wagons of cotton per day would arrive at Avery to be shipped by rail. Four passenger trains a day served the town. The area was over-farmed and the soils depleted of nutrients so many people left town to work in the oil fields and never returned. The post office closed in 1952 and the railroad tracks have been removed. I couldn’t find any population figures for Avery but I would guess that there are less than 25 people remaining.
Lisa at the school cellar:
Abandoned rock wall and foundation:
We turned North on the dirt/gravel roads and went six miles before we got back on paved roads. Twelve miles of asphalt before we had to turn East on another dirt road to reach our next town, Quay. This road was really rough and was quite an adventure. At one point, I crested a hill to find huge ruts, about eight inches deep in the road. I got on both brakes hard, the rear tire skidding, and bounded through the ruts, luckily not dragging off my exhaust. I feared that Lisa might rear-end me but she wisely took a different line and made it though too. She said that she stood up and rode it out like a dirt bike. I was proud of her. Four miles later, we arrived at Quay.
Quay was another of the early Oklahoma oil-boom towns. After oil was discovered in 1914, the population boomed to 5000 people. As the oil fields diminished in the 1930’s, the town was abandoned. The population in 2000 was 47.
An old house, with holes in the roof, still occupied:
An old store/filling station:
This chimney is all that remains of this structure:
Twenty-one miles North, with a welcomed five-mile stretch of Hwy. 64, to our next town, Blackburn. Blackburn was an agricultural town situated on the South bank of the Arkansas River and in 1905 was marketed by a local commercial club to attract settlers. It reached a population of 400 by 1915 and had a thriving business district. It’s remote location eventually led to it’s demise. The 2000 census lists Blackburn as having a population of 102.
An old house:
An old store, still open for business:
Doors to nowhere:
The long narrow steel truss bridge across the Arkansas River on the North side of Blackburn:
We rode North on another dirt road out of Blackburn about six miles until we reached Hwy. 20. The road was so rough, it kept knocking the batteries loose in my gps.
An abandoned rural school about five miles North of Blackburn:
This would be the end of our adventure as we took the “real” highways back to Tulsa. I’m a fan of local history so I really enjoyed this ride and hope to do more soon.
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