{"id":15617,"date":"2025-09-27T07:39:03","date_gmt":"2025-09-27T13:39:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.van-tramp.com\/wp\/?p=15617"},"modified":"2025-11-20T11:41:48","modified_gmt":"2025-11-20T18:41:48","slug":"cody-oliver-and-mary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.van-tramp.com\/wp\/cody-oliver-and-mary\/","title":{"rendered":"Cody, Oliver, and Mary"},"content":{"rendered":"

Backtracking isn\u2019t our favorite thing, but sometimes you\u2019ve got to eat your pride to snag something you missed. In this case: ghost towns. We retraced a stretch of highway between New Denver and Kaslo to take a gravel road that promised Sandon and Cody \u2014 both old mining towns with more history than people.<\/p>\n

We aimed for the nearby campground, but it was full. No worries. Sandon turned out to be surprisingly lively for a \u201cghost town\u201d \u2014 multiple museums, restored buildings, and even a snack shack. (Ice cream cone = instant win.) But for the real haunted vibes, we bumped farther down a rough dirt road to Cody. That was the real deal: a handful of crumbling structures, barely standing, ghosts practically sighing through the timbers. We poked around, soaked in the desolation, and then faced the real challenge: finding a camp spot. Tight canyon, private property everywhere \u2014 strike after strike. By late afternoon we caved and pulled Marcel back out to the highway and to a lakeside turnout at the top of the pass. Roadside camping isn\u2019t our jam, but when the clock says 4 p.m., you do what you gotta do.<\/p>\n

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