You don’t come here for the history. You come here for the gold-flecked fudge.
Tucked inside a dusty Arizona ghost town, this general store still looks like 1890, but the shelves are fully stocked and open for business.
The floorboards creak, the glass candy jars gleam, and the cashier will actually say “howdy.” The miners who built this place are long gone, yet their mercantile never closed. It just kept selling…