Greenhorn was also a hell of a hoax that turned out to be bare truth. When a couple of would-be prospectors wandered into a nearby mining camp looking for a place to dig a mine, they were sent right up the hill to one of the most inhospitable places in the mountains to set up shop. Never the less, the land, being rotten with gold, quickly yielded a fair amount of the ore, with some of the first nuggets being pulled from nearby Olive Creek.

Despite the rotten weather in the Greenhorn Mountains, the population bloomed to 3,200 souls. The influx of miners meant the usual large amount of saloons, hotels, and even a local newspaper.

However, declining production and inclement weather meant the near doom of this town. Somehow, while the population fell briefly to zero during World War II the blow failed to land.

As Glowing Fish notes above, the town still reports a population of two citizens and a mayor who lives three hundred miles away. The town is even stranger for being right…

She was sixteen, which was three years my senior. I had met her brother first and he was about the same age I was. I don't remember the brother's name but hers was sin. Actually, it was Cynthia, but everybody called her Cyn for short. Let's call Cyn's brother Cynbro. The homophone "sin", for her name, wouldn't occur to me until much later. She was a nice girl and treated me well. Camping out with Cyn and her brother (and Terry,…

The Ever Given is an Ultra Large Container Vessel, one size up from New Panamax; the manufacturer calls it a Golden-class container ship, and there are currently only five container ships larger than it in the world (is also has 10 siblings of comparable size). It is 400 meters long, can carry 20,000 cargo containers, and is outfitted with a scrubber on its exhaust system, making it comparatively clean to run. It's a pretty cool ship, by any standard.

Also, it blocked the…