— — the cliff the painter came back to.
“Chloride sits at the foot of the Cerbat Mountains, about twenty-three miles north of Kingman. Outside town, on a wall of granite, the painter Roy Purcell left a cycle of murals in 1966 and returned forty years later to restore them. The town below holds about two hundred and fifty people. The paint outlasts almost everyone who comes to see it. from the studio
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Chloride is a small unincorporated town in Mohave County, Arizona, about twenty-three miles north of Kingman along US-93. Prospectors founded the camp in the 1860s after silver chloride ore was struck in the Cerbat Mountains, and the post office opened in 1873, which Chloride claims as the longest continuously operating post office in Arizona. The 2020 census recorded a population near two hundred and fifty. The town sits at 3,963 feet at the western base of the Cerbats.
The murals are on a granite cliff face at the end of a rough dirt road about a mile and a half east of town. Roy Purcell, then a young artist working a mining job, painted the cycle he titled The Journey: Images from an Inward Search for Self over a few weeks in 1966. The work covers roughly two thousand square feet across several boulders and walls. Purcell returned in 2006 and again in 2018 to restore fading sections of the original paint.
Viewing the murals is free and the cliff is on public land managed by the Bureau of Land Management. The access track turns east off Tennessee Avenue past the cemetery and runs roughly a mile and a half over loose rock; a high-clearance vehicle is recommended and a passenger car may not make it. Chloride itself stages mock gunfights on the first and third Saturdays of most months on its dusty main street.