It's open space and solitude. Maybe I was reincarnated and lived in the old days. It's just awesome here. For the past 21 years, he has used his spare change to purchase lots and buildings in a town whose heyday ended during the Great Depression. At 4 p.m. along Main Street, the only sound is the hum of power in the electrical lines.
Blackbirds break up the quiet by cawing while soaring overhead.
An old sign at the town entrance states Gold Point, elevation 5,388 feet, has a population of 27. But that many people haven't lived here since the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. On a busy weekend a half-dozen people might enjoy the isolation of the old miners' cabins. On a weekday, the population falls to one or two. Today Robbins owns 24 of the 54 remaining wooden buildings and outhouses in a town where the chief excitement is watching dust devils.