International Car Forest and Last Church

Nose first in the dirt like an unexploded missile, the rusted-out school bus shines weakly in the harsh sun. The bus is set apart from the main cluster of cars, also inserted grill first into the ground. A Mad Max Stonehenge, the ruined vehicles have a bizarre monolithic quality, like desert druids at the end of the world are preparing their last rites…yeah, this place is weird. Dozens of cars at obtuse angles. The hoods decorated by various artists. There’s a sun-faded Ron Paul caricature as well as skulls, geese, and a unicorn.
To find the International Car Forest, drive into Goldfield and ask a local. I was chatting with the guys who hang around the art cars and they gave me the simple directions. If you can’t find anyone, head to the gift shop. You can actually see the Car Forest from the highway coming into town, but because the dirt road leading to it is unmarked and one among many such roads, it may not be immediately obvious. The land is private, but apparently visitors may enter freely.