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Blink, and you will miss the sign that leads driv-
                                                               ers to Randsburg one mile off HI 395. This “living
                                                               ghost town” reached its heyday in 1895 with the
                                                               discovery of gold and the creation of the Rand
                                                               Mining District.
                                                                 Randsburg, we learned, has served as a back-
                                                               drop for dozens of old-time and contemporary
                                                               westerns. Perhaps the most popular backdrop is
                                                               the Randsburg General Store built in 1896
                                                               (www.randsburggeneralstore.com.) So enamored
                                                               of the surroundings were Brad Meyers and his
                                                               wife Carol, that they purchased not only the store
                                                               but the whole town. Months, if not years of
                                                               restoration went into the upgrade of the general
                                                               store and Randsburg’s main street.
                                                                 Take a seat at the marble-topped counter be-
                                                               neath shelves lined with old soda bottles, antique
                                                               cookie tins, and mining magazines, and you will
                                                               feel as though you have been hired as an extra in
                                                               an old movie. Order a Muddy River (Chocolate
                                                               Soda Phosphate) served in a quart jar, or an old-
                                                               fashioned sarsaparilla root beer float.
                                                                 If hunger pangs persist, order a General Store
                                                               breakfast which has attained international fame.
                                                               Brad will reward you with a styrofoam cupful of
                                                               calorie-packed biscuits and gravy:
                                                                 “I use cups so it stays warm all the way down
                                                               when you walk around town,” he explains. So dig
                                                               in, keep your ears on alert, and allow the jovial,
                                                               white-haired host to launch into the town’s lore:
                                                               “Forty-eight people live here. Three of them we
                                                               have never seen!”
                                                                 He recounts how the store’s previous owner,
                                                               spry 97-year old Olga, once admonished Brad Pitt
                                                               not to swear in her presence. A tipsy Pitt dis-
                                                               obeyed “and she dragged him out of the store by
                                                               the ears!” Meyers relates with glee. Clutching
                                                               your cup of biscuits and gravy, amble along the
                                                               main street to the Hole in the Wall Mercantile
                                                               filled with a jumble of antiques and mining sup-
                                                               plies, or peek into the windows of the White
                                                               House Saloon.
                                                                 Ridgecrest, and hour to the north, is an access
                                                               point to Death Valley. Rimming the town like
                                                               malevolent shark’s teeth are the aptly named
                                                               Sharks Teeth Hills. A 3-mile loop lined with fast
                                                               food joints encircles the commercial center.



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