The Washoe Theatre still shows movies, using original equipment from the 1930s. Shows are $4; it's an extra 25 cents to sit in the balcony.
Inside, the theater is adorned art-deco style with ornate carpeting, drapes and fairy tale murals – most still original.
Anaconda resident Dianna Kellie works at the theater part-time and knows all the history. She made her own outfit, using photos in a 1930s catalog.
"As far as the recession, it hasn't really hit here because our recession hit back in the eighties when the smelter closed."
– Sally Ralston, co-director of the Copper Village Museum and Art Center and a 31-year resident of Anaconda, Montana
From Missoula to Butte, I decided to take Montana Highway 1 instead of Interstate 90.
Compared to many places in the country, it seemed almost unfairly beautiful – all the multi-colored (including
pink!) granite walls, water falls and sparkling Georgetown Lake.
Driving the route just before sunset, I finally felt like Montana smacked me in the face, as if to say: “Here you are, back in the garden, finally.”
Had I not just
spent the night in Phillipsburg, I’d have stopped
somewhere to camp.
But several miles down the highway, I got to Ananconda, and instantly fell in love… which sort of doesn’t make sense… The whole town — founded by copper magnate Marcus Daly — was constructed around a humongous smelter. Droves of working class families had their lives wrapped up in, hanging from a thread and sometimes destroyed by the profitability and work conditions at the plant, which was finally closed in 1980 because of dwindling copper ore.
There was a sort of depression and mass exit at that time. But in its heyday, Anaconda was quite the bustling city, with lots of cool buildings and its own silver screen theater.
As I drove through, I estimated based on the traffic, number of businesses, size of the public buildings and high school, there were
probably 40,000 or so in the city.
I was surprised to learn it’s now less than 8,000!
Another thing I noticed right away was the prominence of the Catholic cathedral and how tightly together all the houses are built. They were constructed by immigrants and migrants from the east coast who came to work at the processing plant, which explains why this rural Montana town has such a funky personality — as if it were a misplaced east coast city.
Only the stack remains from the smelting plant. At 585 feet, though, it’s a salient reminder.
In town, I went through a great exhibit of quotes and pictures that fleshed out the story of the miners’ lives.
This house is for sale:
And here’s one with some copper detailing:
The cathedral (one of several cool looking churches I didn’t make it inside):
And to keep things thematic, a little Americana action:
It could easily have become a ghost town as several former mining cities around it, but a handful of fortuitous circumstances, including being named the seat of Granite County, have saved it.
Nearby ghost town Granite was once the largest silver-producing mine in the States. I drove my RV up the twisting, muddy mountain road and probably made it at least 3/4 of the way there, but I didn't have a map or cell phone service and it was raining and darkness was approaching, so I turned around. Part of me wanted to camp there for the night, but how creepy would it be to be stranded in or near a ghost town?
The layout of Phillipsburg reminds me of some small European towns I've been to.
This is the Episcopal church, built by one of four 'dueling' denominations that erected buildings within years (and blocks) of each other during the mining days.
This window is inside the courthouse.
In town there is a huge tourist-friendly candy store.
View of the old bi-metallic mill, seen from the small ghost town of Kirkville.
To get a sense of the permanence of any civilization, one could sit here in complete silence and watch the clouds go by over the lifeless towers, as they have for more than a hundred years, now.
Headed back to town from Kirkville.
On joining the U.S. National Guard at age 25:
"I made pretty much every mistake that a young man can make. Joining the army restores a degree of honor to your relationship with the community around you. And it gave me a chance to go to school."
What about his scheduled deployment to Iraq in summer 2010?
"Soldiers learn to smile and nod…
You have to have that mentality when you're in uniform.
Outside of that uniform, you're dealing with a government that has failed. Soldiers have become expendable tools. "
— Matt Getz, 28, Missoula
This is a pretty cool sign. Guess real men drink Coke. It was above a steep cement stairwell that led down to a dungeon of a bar. I peaked my head in at about 6:30 p.m. on a Wednesday and saw several older guys pounding shots. To my right was a shelf of pamphlets on safe sex and various STDs. I turned around and headed for the daylight.
No idea what the story is behind this painted over wall. I liked the propped up can of PBR. Nice touch.
One thing I've noticed about Idaho and Montana, so far, is there seems to be lots less cops.
I have seen a handful of homeless people and lots of these kinds of signs.
Another thing I appreciate about this state is the diversity of its license plates! This is one of my favs.
I met Meghan Chambers, 23, a couple days before she moved to Kenya to coach soccer. She is from Portland originally and migrated to Missoula years ago to attend school.
I was struck by the ease of her summery outfit, which conveys a European sensibility, yet comes across very "American" with her tan and straight, blonde hair.
She says her fashion inspiration is "sexy art" — appropriate since I met her during Friday night's art walk.
Her top is from Greece, the skirt is from Portland, the shoes from Anthropologie and the earrings are a gift from a friend.
Turns out this town of 60,000 or so is an excellent place to be an artist or art appreciator.
Susan Bjelland showcases the work of several local painters, sketchers, sculptors and writers at Tsunami, her eclectic toys and art store on S. Higgins Ave.
Here she's pouring a complimentary drink for one of the attendees of First Friday Art Walk, a monthly event where people stroll from gallery to gallery to check out what's new.
I had a Pacifico and walked up and down the streets. It felt so weird to be drinking a beer in public. I kept wanting to hide it in my purse, but apparently it's OK here? (I know in Seattle there are strict no-liquor-in-public laws.)
Anyway, I also caught a screening of "Herb & Dorothy," an indie flick about the legendary art collecting couple from Manhattan.
I am proud to say I knew who they were from reading past articles in my W Magazines, religiously.
I also visited the Missoula Art Museum, which is free and open to the public, as all galleries ought to be. Who was it who said, "art is silent where money talks" or something like that?
Caras Park near downtown Missoula really is a magical place from a kid's perspective. There is a fantastic play area, modeled after a big scary dragon; walkways studded with colored glass and plastic; a giant cement cat; swings, slides, etcetera; and this whimsical merry-go-round.
Here is the story of the carousel, because I couldn't make up something better if I tried (you should be able to click on the pic to make it full size):
Each horse has a history. I was drawn to this particular steed, as was a little girl who'd been waiting in line. Before I had time to press my shutter button, she'd already climbed aboard to claim it for the ride.