Welcome to the first edition of “Found,” where we write about random things we come across that are unexpected, unplanned, or however else we feel like justifying using the term. ;)
The first post comes courtesy of a tiny, mostly abandoned town in rural South Dakota. Welcome to Cottonwood, population 12.
As you may know from reading about other parts of our “Fabric of America” tour, we’re generally trying to stay away from the interstate during the road trip.
Interstates are boring. They put you in such a daze that, even if there was actually anything to see along your route, you’d never notice because you’re in la-la land due to the ever-dizzying roads of nowhere that are only there to get you from Point A to Point B.
Believe it or not, there are other things out there besides travel plazas and toll booths!
Since our trip is all about the journey and what we find along the way, we’re taking smaller highways and back roads to get where we’re going. This allows us to constantly be on the lookout for interesting sights/sites along the way, and stop whenever we feel like it without causing freeway-speed pile-ups.
Now that you know how we’re doing this, let’s get into our first “Found” post.
As we were trucking along US Route 14, wide-eyed and plenty awake from the scenery and curvy roads that are everything interstates are not, we came upon a small town that was clearly, mostly devoid of people.
We saw the town sign, and immediately pulled over.
Population 12, people! Twelve! Then we saw the jail pictured at the top of this post. Imagine being stuck in that for a crime! Better than a lynch mob, we suppose.
Cottonwood doesn’t have any paved roads, so we took our trusty off-roader – I mean, Toyota Prius – into the town to check it out.
The sign as we pulled in said 1907, so we’re presuming this is when the town began to do its thing. We’re not 100% sure, but we found some not-so-reliable info online that says this town’s existence is partially due to gold being discovered in the area.
There’s also a railroad track that runs through Cottonwood, along with this grain silo. (Our agricultural knowledge is less than limited at best, so this building could be for something else, maybe?) This structure looks like it was built later, though.
Several, larger abandoned buildings line the main street in town. We’re guessing a former bank, general store, saloon…or who-knows?
If we’d been more adventurous, we would have checked out the inside of them. Alas, the town says it has 12 people, and there’s no doubt that more guns than people exist here. It’s probably for the best that we didn’t snoop around.
Driving around the gravel roads, we came across plenty of homes that have long since been reclaimed by the land.
As is the case with every town ever, basically, a church also holds its own in Cottonwood. It appears more care was taken in building it than in the integrity of homes, as it’s still standing even though no one has worshiped there in decades.
We never ran across any people, despite the utter obviousness that we didn’t belong there. It would certainly have been nice to ask questions about the town, its residents, and its history. Little places like this that did or didn’t make it are true curiosities for us. Despite a population of 12, there is undoubtedly an endless array of stories that these buildings, this land, and the townsfolk could tell.
Cottonwood, South Dakota, is located on US Highway 14, just outside the northern edge of Badlands National Park and Buffalo Gap National Grassland. It’s about 17 miles east of Wall, and 73 miles east of Rapid City.
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Have you ever been to Cottonwood or do you have any knowledge about it? Do you have any thoughts about taking roads less-traveled, or stories about places you’ve found along the way? We’d love to hear from you in the comments!
I feel like I saw a special on this place while back in the US last summer, as in the town had to bring in people from a neighboring village for festivals and that. Sounds like my kind of place, though!
Heyo! I don’t think it was this particular town…there really is nothing there and no one seems to be very amenable to festivals haha. The only things I could find about it online were census data, land deeds, and criminal reports. It was really cool looking for an almost-ghost town though!
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I loved your story. I have been by Cottonwood and Quinn often. I do not have any idea of the history of the place and as years go by and I travel by both towns, I can see the deterioration. I live in Rapid City, but have relatives in the central and far north eastern parts of the state. We travel the highway thru Phillip and Midland to Pierre, then east. Always take out of the way roads and they are usually good roads. Much more fun than interstate. Have fun where ever you travel.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Lois! It sure would be nice if more history about some of these towns was available. I wonder if any residents even know the histories. And we certainly agree – back roads are where it’s at! Thanks again!
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I was really too young to know much about Cottonwood, however I will forward this on to my sister and brother that are older. Our father grew up on a ranch that abutted county road 8 and highway 14. He went to school through high school in Cottonwood. My grandparents were original homesteaders there. There names are on the memorial wall of homesteaders in Phillip . I remember riding horses, skinning up my bum and knees playing the the badlands, Mt.Rushmore, Deadwood, Lead and Rapid City. I also remember it being so dark at night in the summer you could see the milky way! Lots of snakes as well as prairie dogs and pheasants. I am told that Cottonwood has a rich history with Native Americans and white men working together. Dances with Wolves is a pretty accurate picture of the mid to late 1800’s. Safe travels to you!
Oh wow, great story. It’s nice to hear from someone who experienced it! Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing, Cindy.
Hi y’all! My grandfather, Harold Ramey was born in Cottonwood in 1919. He grew up just outside the town limits in a 1 room house with my great-great grandfather, great-grandfather, great-grandmother and 8 siblings. He told stories of the horrible winters, but mainly of the love of the town. My great-great uncles stayed and I still have family in Philip. My relatives served in the South Dakota House Of Representatives. The Ramey brand is showcased at Wall Drug, along with other homesteaders.
I fondly remember playing there in Cottonwood as a kid. Running through the streets and playing in the old church and one room jail. Used to be the Triangle Bed and Breakfast there, but it is in Philip now. The town hit its boom back in the 1920’s or so and then the railroad pretty much shut down, so the grain elevator wasnt as useful. Town dried up, but the beauty of the Badlands and Buffalo Gap remain.
P.S. still have my grandfathers birth certificate with Cottonwood listed as his birth place.
We stopped by Cottonwood on 5/26/15.
Looks like the population is still listed as 12. We didn’t take the main road. Instead, take the dirt road from the newly built minuteman missile exhibit.
That road really gives you a sense of what being a farmer or rancher must be like! It’s a very lonely road.
Sadly, the jailhouse is looking even more forlorn!
Thanks for the update, John! I bet it’d be interesting to go that route. How new is that exhibit?
The exhibit is brand new as I can tell. They didn’t even have the parking lot paved yet. There were sketches of where the posters and various exhibit materials will be posted on the walls. Definitely worth stoping in. Shows a side of the Cold War most people don’t know much about. If you sign up, there is a half hour tour of a missle control room (bunker) that makes you appreciate the daylight once you come back out!
Thanks for the info! We’ll definitely have to check it out if/when we get back there.
I stopped by for a tour in the air force 1964-1968. . You know that there are people here. Did not see anyone in my 4 years of Minuteman sites (they are gone too). Town is a little scary, where is everyone hiding? Looks as if I-90 decided not to come here like it did in Wall.
Haha, who knows? There was definitely plenty of evidence to suggest people do, in fact, live there. We just didn’t see anyone. Unlike in Scenic, where it looked totally abandoned but there was at least once person living there (who we had an unfortunate encounter with). https://www.jetsliketaxis.com/found-scenic-south-dakota-population-4-75/
Either way, Cottonwood was an interesting find and I’m glad we roamed through it, even if we didn’t get to see or talk to anyone. It’s also nice to see people finding this post and sharing their experiences about the town. Thanks for stopping by, Callista!
I drove past the missile silos every day to school and back I also joined the
Air force for 14 years.
I grew up in Philip South Dakota, and My dad still lives there. We have property there (in Cottonwood). were the photos of the old decapitated buildings are shown. We bought it for the land behind the buildings. The brick building in your photo was the bank, which I have been dreaming about for the last four nights. As I have driven by it many times when I went to go and mow hay for the cattle that we raise as a youngster. Even though I have not been there in many years, I guess I internally I still have a connection. If you would like any additional information or an introduction to my father who still lives only 4 miles away from Cottonwood, SD. let me know.
Wow very cool! Thanks so much for sharing your story with us. We really appreciate hearing more history about places like Cottonwood. Thanks as well for stopping by, Robert!
Robert,
I would very much like to get in contact with your dad in regards to my trip to Cottonwood with a buddy from college. We haven’t met since shortly after then and are getting together to do some metal detecting in the Midland to Cottonwood area. I was a SD guy with lots of west river family history past and present. My dad went to high school in Philip in the mid 40s. We are going to be in the area July 1st and 2nd and are interested in getting a little history on Cottonwood and permission to metal detect. Of course, no holes would be left and we’d probably leave with a pocket full of pull tabs and junk rather than throw them around. We are also quite interested in the old school site up on the north end if possible along with any building, rodeo or former gathering sites. I will send my telephone number if this sounds doable.
Thanks.
I lived in Cottonwood from 1931 to 1943. My father owned the Round up Saloon just across from the post office. We lived next to the Catholic Church.
Wow very cool. Any idea how big the town was back then? Thanks for sharing, Jimmy!
My great grandparents Nels and Annie Overland immigrated from Norway to Cottonwood,SD and according to 1940 census he was 79 and Annie was 63. I believe they were ranchers. They are buried in the cemetery in Cormttenwiod.
From what I have read the peak of the town was 1930 with 199 population with bank,hotel,school and a bar. World war 2 took a toll and when they closed the school in the 1950’s the population dropped to 100 never to recover. The interstate did not help either.
My dad Nels Allen Overland spent some time as a child in that area as his uncles on his moms side with the last name Temple had ranches in the area. This would have been in the 1940’s. He told me stories of riding horses in the badlands and coming across rattlesnakes. I know he was herding sheep on horseback at age 6!
My parents both lived in deadwood and vermilion while he was in medical school. My mom taught school in both places and I know she visited Cottenwood during that time-late 1950’s.
In 2002 about 20 years after my father had passed away I took my Mom on a trip to SDakota as she had not been there for about 40 years. On our way to see my Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ken Temple in Leed,SD we went by Cottonwood and drove thru what was left of the town. It was similar to the pics and I remembera rodeo area looking somewhat usable. My mom pointed out the place where they had weekly dances and people came from neighboring towns. I think it may b the large building next to the brick building that was the bank. She wanted to take me to see my great grandparents graves and remembered the road that leads up to the cemetery. From what I can remember we were coming in on the paved road (highway14)that runs east and west and has the sign with the population of 12. We were coming from the East and made a right hand turn into cottonwood. I think there was a newer but closed gas station/ bar on the right after we turned. We went a short distance and then made a left on what was a main road at one time. I think this eventually turned right or maybe we turned right. I know my mom said we need to go up to this place on the hill. It was northwest of the town and not more than a mile. It was a dirt road at the end. We came to a fence with a gate and could see the cemetery up on the hill behind a smaller fence. There was a house on the left with a dog on the porch. I went up and knocked but no one was home and so the dog said it would b ok to visit my relatives lol. There were no signs stating private property and it seemed reasonable that I would b allowed to visit a public cemetery. The gate was not locked and we were careful to close it as we went in as there were cattle nearby. We closed it when we left as well.
The dirt road continued so we drove up to the cemetery and sure enough they were there! The cemetery is tiny like a small garden. Their gravestones were very basic but the names and dates were clear. My mom was very pleased she could show me this part of my family history. We went on to visit Wall drug, the badlands,Deadwood and Leed which all seem to b doing just fine. It is strange to think that bc of a major highway being built just several miles south that this town with so many stories and so much life was left isolated and was eventually almost abandoned.
Oh wow, thanks for the stories, Linda! That’s great…sad we didn’t see or know where the cemetery was when we went. If we ever go back by there, we’ll have to stop in. Sad that so many things in town closed and it’s rather…….sparse……nowadays. We didn’t see a single person anywhere. I love hearing these historical and personal stories, thanks again!
My dad was born in 1927, and lived in Cottonwood. My uncle, Carl Eliason and his son Earl owned a home and property there. My grandmother, Mae Eliason lived there too before moving West with my dad to Washington. In 1961 or so, I spent a summer there. I was only 10 years old. Every day I’d walk from past abandoned homes and buildings to the only business in town—a small diner on the high way. I doubt it’s still there. In the afternoons, my uncle and I went bullhead fishing in ponds around the area. Every once in a while, I’d catch a turtle.
The only other thing I remember was exploring an old abandoned school there. Both mu uncle Carl and Earl died several years back. Would like to take a road trip back to see the place. I doubt it’s changed much.
Crazy that it was so abandoned back in the 60s as well. Thanks for sharing your story!
MY family name is BLACKNEY, My grandparents homesteaded outside of Cottonwood. 1890’s . Mable and Thomas Clyde Blackney went by TC,. Uncle Gotho Bruce, called BLACKIE,, Dad Wan Delose Everett Blackney called SPECK,, and Uncle Deforrest Clyde called PETE,, all born and raised there. From their house they could see an old school house ( outside of town- 2 story BRICK building_ ) The experiment station. At one point Grandparents owned a hotel-restaurant.. Ranch like many raised angus, wheat. and other grains. Every summer was like a pilgrimage back to the family ranch. Family friends were UMDAHL’s, Charlie Kraft, Leonard EMORY Leonard owned CACTUS FLATS, for as long as I can remember. Still have Black hills gold ring he gave me for one of many birthdays in S.D. 80’sranch was sold in about 1967- grandma was in her 80’s. Grandpa died in Dec. 1950. Uncle Pete and her moved to Phillip, S.D. Last visit for me was July 1968. I had thought about going back to take a look, but my parents did when Pete passed.. advised NOT to go.. Farmhouse and out building were a shamble, Keep those precious memories as they are., Sixteen years- every summer only missed one because of chicken pox.