BOZEMAN – It’s been six years since I took the fateful left turn off US 287 on an explorer’s whim, having little idea where the pastoral paved road to the semi-ghost town of Radersburg was leading me literally — and zero idea what was coming figuratively.
The literal answer, eight miles later: A dusty collection of weathered and renovated frontier buildings, where the drive from one end of town and back, perhaps two football fields long, revealed nary a single one of the 60 or so souls who now call Reuben Rader’s 1865 mining settlement home.