The Ghost Mine Saloon is more than a bar and grill – it’s a story brought to life. Built on the rich lore of old mining towns and the untamed beauty of the Colorado River, our saloon captures the spirit of the Old West with a modern twist. Whether you’re rolling in from the lake, cruising Route 95, or just seeking something different, we’re your home base for good eats, cold drinks, and unforgettable sunsets.
Nestled along the rugged banks of the Colorado River near Lake Havasu City, Arizona, Ghost Mine Saloon is more than just a watering hole—it’s a gateway to a forgotten past. The story begins in the late 1800s, when a small but promising gold mine was discovered deep within the mountains that now lie submerged beneath its watery banks.
Prospectors flocked to the site, lured by the promise of untold riches hidden within the earth. Among them was an old prospector, a grizzled man known only as “Old Gus,” who led a band of rough-and-ready miners. For years, they toiled in the dark, carving out their fortune one strike at a time. But fate had other plans.
In the early 1940s, the Parker Dam project was completed, and the mighty Colorado River began to swell, creating what is now known as Havasu Palms. Unbeknownst to the authorities, Old Gus and his comrades were still deep within the mine when the waters began to rise. The mine flooded quickly, sealing their fate and burying the gold forever beneath the lake’s depths.
Local legend has it that the spirits of Old Gus and his crew never left the mine. On quiet nights, when the wind is still, you can hear the faint sound of pickaxes chipping away, as if the miners are still trying to escape their watery grave.
As the years passed, the legend of the lost gold and the trapped miners grew, inspiring tales of haunted waters and restless spirits. It wasn’t long before a saloon was built near the site, and it came to be known as Ghost Mine Saloon—a tribute to the miners who never returned.
Visitors to the saloon often report strange occurrences: glasses moving on their own, flickering lights, and cold drafts with no apparent source. Some even claim to have seen the spectral figure of Old Gus himself, wandering the saloon as if searching for his lost comrades.
The locals will tell you that if you listen closely enough, you might just hear the echoes of pickaxes and the distant voices of miners from beneath the lake. And if you’re really unlucky—or perhaps lucky, depending on your perspective—Old Gus might just pay you a visit, a reminder that the past never truly dies.
So, pull up a chair, order a drink, and keep your ears open. At Ghost Mine Saloon, history isn’t just remembered—it’s alive, waiting for the next unsuspecting visitor to stumble upon its haunted legacy.
