1880s Cowboy Town

As we approached the worn-out storefront, we wondered aloud if we were in the right place for the 1880s Cowboy town. Inside we found a hoarder’s paradise – a stocked grocery and an overstocked tourist superstore, only without the floor space for either.

We timidly walked in and found an old man standing behind the register – only later would we realize that he was the proud founder of Cowboy Town. We paid $6 each, for two tickets and he gave us a quick overview, explaining that the animatronics in the store take quarters, but those in the town were free – though most will require some reading.

We weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t animatronics. As we walked through the cluttered store, he reminded us to stay on the path or we might end up in the cemetery atop the hill with the other deviants and outlaws. Okay, Mr. Overthetop, got it, we will stay in the path.

Welcoming us to the town was a large pasture featuring small, young, and extremely skittish buffalo. This is the closest either of us have been to buffalo so far. And we didn’t know it yet, but this was going to be the best part of the 1880 Cowboy Town.

We continued our walk past the aforementioned make-shift cemetery with replica graves of some of the most famous residents of the state and some “locals” like Sergeant Fitz whose tombstone says “he said no at a shotgun wedding.” Silly ol’ Sarge.

The dirt-road “town” was nothing more than imitation store fronts and homes with badly molded dummies that “talk” when activated either by pressed button, or by motion sensor. We were curious to see if the mannequins jaw would fall off like some sub-par robot clone, but unfortunately that never happened.

The buildings were in serious disrepair, more suited to house vagabond spiders and rogue rattlesnakes. That is, if the vermin could handle the thick inch of dust on top.

We spent only 30 or so minutes light footing our way through town pressing buttons (at those animatronics that still worked.) There were dozens of hand-written signs featuring well-known facts and legends about the West, many of which we’d heard many times at other more legitimate tourist attractions.

Once back at the store, the old man slipped a few quarters into the animatronics. He seemed so excited and proud of these horribly executed scenes, that it was hard for us to speak with him. We quickly slipped through the door and back to our car. Later we had a laugh at what we could have done with that $12.

If you understand, going in, that this is more about what OTHER tourists are dumb enough to pay for, then you don’t feel so bad spending the $12 yourself.

Here are some photos.