Nestled in the emerald embrace of Northern California’s Trinity Alps, Weaverville stands as a living rebuke to the notion that the entire Golden State has been priced beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.
While coastal Californians are taking second jobs just to afford avocado toast, this historic gold rush hamlet offers something that feels almost mythical these days: a place where your retirement check actually covers your expenses.
The town’s main drag looks like it was preserved in amber sometime around 1890, except with better plumbing and fewer cases of dysentery.
Tree-lined streets, historic storefronts, and not a single parking meter in sight – it’s enough to make you check your phone to confirm you haven’t somehow time-traveled…