Up in the Mohave desert, nestled at the foot of the Cerbat mountains in northwest
Arizona, that's where you'll find us. Chloride sits amid its history as the oldest
mining town in Arizona. Silver built it. Lead and zinc sustained it. Over 2500 hardy
souls called it home during its heyday years (1900-1920).
Today, Chloride, Arizona is a ghost of its former self—but a ghost town
that's still very much alive. About 400 people call it home today—retired
folks, artists, people who love its quiet, small-town life.
We're not fancy folk. We love the desert, the sunshine, the punch-you-in-the-gut
sunsets. We like to linger over a cup of coffee at BS's cafe, chat with neighbors
while picking up our mail at the post office, dance to live Western music at the
VFW on a Saturday night.
And we love to welcome visitors. We've got an official Arizona Tourist Information
center at the Chamber of Commerce office, so we get a lot of visitors. We're proud
to show them what we've got—ghost town buildings and modern shops, yard art
and painted boulders, good food and cold beer, a 125-year-old cemetery probably
unlike any you've ever seen, and a lot of friendly people (the live ones!).
Come on up and see. We're just four miles off Highway 93 at mile marker 53. We'll
be glad to say "Howdy!" And we promise—it's worth the detour.
