03 March 2008

Freeport and Bluff City, Kansas

Now that the weather is growing more agreeable (and i say "more" agreeable only in the sense that we are moving from snow and ice season to the much warmer tornado season before we move into the dog days of 100+ heat), i am off once more to hunt ghost towns. This past weekend was Freeport, Kansas.

On the way to Freeport, we passed through a number of charming little Kansas towns including Goddard (home of the Roaring Lions) and Viola, where i stopped for gas and one of those popular church marquee photos:


We also passed through Conway Springs and Argonia, Kansas. In Argonia, i took Kansas route 210 south from the town. Shortly (and i mean shortly) thereafter, Kansas route 210 ended and i was following a paved but marginal road south looking for 30th street NE. Once on 30th, we encountered a sign that said "Pavement Ends" and sure enough, it did. After that the truck was plowing through a mix of red clay and manure. Even marginal Kansas roads are usually well marked, but for one reason or another these were not, so i started guessing for the next turn, which was supposed to be at NE 100th. Much to Jeff's continued amazement, i chose one and we found ourselves coasting into Freeport, Kansas. my reputation as "navigational genius" is quite secured.

Freeport's claim to fame is that it is the smallest incorporated town in the US with a bank. So, i took a picture of the bank. The grain elevator (which you can see reflected in the window) is also operational. So is the post office, though only for about 3 hours a day. It's really too bad we didn't go there when the bank was open. We looked in through the windows, and it looks like a scene from the 1940s. There's an old hat and coat rack right next to the door, wooden bars around the one teller with a sign overhead reading "chasier" and a tin ceiling.


The best thing about this bank was the facilities, which you have to see to believe:

As Jeff put it: when you go to make your deposit at the bank, you can make another deposit out back. No door on this restroom. i guess with a population of 8, you don't worry so much about people wandering by.

i did meet a denizen of Freeport. A middle-aged guy in his truck was pulling out of the grain elevator as i took photos of the "downtown" strip. He was quite nice and answered a lot of my questions about Freeport, pointing out a number of points of interest. He had been born there, and lived there all his life. Seen it deteriorate over the years to what it has become, but he didn't seem bitter about that or annoyed by me poking around at the ruins as i might be had i been in his shoes. Others were aware of our presence, but the only indication they gave was turning on their porch lights as they looked out dirty windows at us. This downtown area contains the post office (other side), bank, and what used to be a grocery store and a repair garage.


Before leaving me to finish poking around, this Freeport man suggested if i was interested in dingy old towns i might want to check out Bluff City, which was just a few miles south. He gave me good directions which i easily followed. Bluff City, i have since learned, has a population of about 80, but it was much, much creepier than Freeport. i did not have the cojones to get out of the truck in Bluff City, so much like the movie "Wrong Turn" it was.

Bluff city sits about 11 miles north of the Oklahoma border and 5 miles south of Kansas route 44 in Bluff county. There is a small network of roads, a working post office, and a high school turned senior center. The rest is mostly residences... if you can call them that.

i didn't dare to take pictures of the worst of them. Most had a number of 1970s or 1980s vehicles out front, many of those with busted wheels or rust on the window glass (i don't even know how that happens). They almost all had broken wooden swing sets in one state of disrepair or another. Many homes looked unlivable with fallen in porches and roofs, cracked windows or hanging doors. Others just looked squalid with sofas in the yard next to old farm equipment, and in one case an enclosure of fighting goats. Of this i did not dare to take a photograph. For many of these, i snapped them on the fly. For the ones on the right side of the road, i implored Jeff to do so for me.


one of the more picturesque homes in Bluff City


Bluff City's City Council Building


Bluff City High School



i left this town with many senses. One, i felt extremely lucky. i don't live like this, and i never have. i wish there was something i could do so that nobody ever did have to live like this. Then that thought makes me feel extraordinarily arrogant. Who knows how these people want to live, or if they're happy here, or if they pity me picking through city traffic at rush hour?

My other sense was that of extreme creeped-outedness. This place literally looked like something out of a horror film. Some nubile young actress should have been driving through here with a bottle of Fiji water, an out-of-order cell phone and an overheating engine.

Looking forward to the next one...

P.s. - Found out later that i missed the first tornado of the season by about an hour. :( We left Bluff city around 3:45, and travelled south of Milan, Kansas at around 4pm. At 5 that evening, the first Kansas tornado of 2008 touched down outside of that town. Had we done things a bit differently, i'd have been in a perfect position to photograph it. Bummer.

7 Comments:

Blogger Jeff said...

And let's not forget that in both Freeport and Bluff City, the only buildings that we could TELL had been used in the past 30 years were the post offices, that dutifully had their lists of 2008 Federal holidays (the green sheets) up in their windows.

God, that was a trip and a half... next time, we'll conquer the mobile home and school. :)

03 March, 2008 17:03  
Blogger Allison said...

Sounds like fun... People think I'm creepy because I love to wander thru cemetaries. So I'm right there with you.

04 March, 2008 17:04  
Blogger Rhett said...

hey- i had northern help on that snow man!!!

now im going to read your posting from today. :)

04 March, 2008 17:47  
Blogger Rhett said...

AND it was not a packing snow.

04 March, 2008 17:47  
Blogger Andee said...

It is a little creepy..... :-) I also like to look through cemetaries.

05 March, 2008 09:23  
Blogger Caroline said...

Of COURSE I remember you! How are you? We're doing very well. Chris says hi as well, by the way. His favorite memory is of you taking him to the ER after he broke his arm. I'm so glad you found me and said hi :)

05 March, 2008 16:02  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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11 November, 2008 12:06  

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