What do you plan on doing in Oroville?
No U.S. border guard asks this question without an eyebrow raised and a hint of surprise in his voice.
Most people who cross the 49th parallel at Osoyoos-Oroville are bound for other places … Spokane, Seattle and beyond. For me and my American, however, it’s our halfway point.
There really isn’t much to the town. It lies at the south end of Osoyoos Lake and has a population of about 1,600. Everywhere in town is closed for dinner by 9 p.m. on a Saturday night and the brewery we keep wanting to visit is never open.
The Hometown, which is halfway along the main drag and right across the street from our motel, serves a fantastic prime rib dinner. We get out of there with a beer and a glass of wine for about 45 bucks. Cheapest prime rib ever.
And there’s the chocolate they sell at the front desk.
There’s always more than meets the eye to every small town, whether it’s the history or a fantastic meal.
Oroville, the town of gold, was founded in the 1850s by prospectors looking for chunks of the miraculous metal. When the hills dried up, some stayed behind.
The weather and summer time fun, like swimming, fishing and quadding, started to liven things up 10 years ago, according to Wikipedia. Developers started building condos and hopes were high for Oroville.
But the recession hit and everything stopped in its tracks.
Me, I wrangle my boys into a day of driving. Shep doesn’t need as much convincing. My American gets onside when he realizes he can find new spots to cast his line.
Like Palmer Lake.
Or the Simalkameen River that wound along next to the Loomis-Oroville Road.
We stopped to take pictures at the foot of Chopaka Mountain:
And spied some hoodoos carved into the hills.
And then I found my gold: the little town of Nighthawk.
It was a booming mine town at the turn of the century, complete with hotels and a burlesque house. The Vacation Planner map I picked up at the motel, dated 2010-11, says it’s a registered ghost town and the original school house, a mining office and the old mill still stand.
Trouble is, there’s a sign that says everything sits on private property.
According to a web search, others have gotten pictures of the existing buildings. It may beg a return and maybe try to find a resident for a friendly chat.
You can bet your ass that will happen.
In the meantime, this old house is in my collection:
Until next time, Nighthawk.