Do we have a deal for you: a real estate listing in Southern Nevada offering an ENTIRE TOWN for sale. After 50 years, the owner is ready to retire. Correspondent Mark Albert has more. 
 
 If Las Vegas is famous for that one flashy street, Nancy Kidwell is known for her town's much less gaudy main street. Eighty miles south of Las Vegas is Prairie Valley Drive, a strip of dirt that appears out of the searing desert heat like a mirage. 
 
 For Kidwell, it's her Shangri-La. 
 
 "You can look at the mountains on either side and not see a high-rise everywhere," she told Albert. 
 
 Kidwell recently gave Albert a tour of Cal-Nev-Ari, Nevada, on a day that hit 99 degrees. She and her first husband, Slim, named the town for the three states that intersect nearby. 
 
 About 375 people live in the town that sports a 10-unit hotel with, a general store, a laundromat and community center. There is even a fire station. 
 
 But there are no paved roads, no schools. 
 
 Any stop lights? "Oh, a few stop signs, but no stop lights," Kidwell said. 
 
 "Something tells me you like it like that," Albert said. 
 
 "I do! I do!" 
 
 The main street of Cal-Nev-Ari, Nevada. CBS News 
 
 Among the residents is 12-year-old Trace Madsen, who was riding his ATV is front of the town's casino. He boasted about Cal-Nev-Ari's winning hand: "It may look bland and boring, but it's pretty cool." 
 
 Nancy and Slim Kidwell got started by selling airplanes and running a flight school in Southern California in the Sixties. That's how they met Elvis Presley, who shot the movie "Paradise, Hawaiian Style" in their office at Torrance Airport in 1966. 
 
 But Kidwell, a lifelong aviator, says she wasn't star-struck: "I never asked him for his autograph; he was afraid to fly!" 
 
 A few months later, Kidwell would conquer Vegas before the King did. The couple applied for, and got, 640 acres and a World War II dirt airstrip from the federal government at no charge. 
 
 The only residents here were the tumbleweeds. No water, no power. 
 
 But Kidwell and her husband brought with them plenty of energy: "The driller said, 'Where do you want water, Slim?' And he just paced off and put an X with his heel and said, 'Right there, Joe!'" 
 
 Albert asked, "Wouldn't it have just been easier to buy a house somewhere in Las Vegas?" 
 
 "Oh, who'd want to live there?" Kidwell laughed. "Where's the challenge?" 
 
 Kidwell does everything in Cal-Nev-Ari, from ordering the beef patties for the café, to opening up the post office, and hiring the bartenders for the 24-hour saloon. 
 
 For 51 years, Kidwell has ruled the roost here. Come to think of it, even the roosters don't get up as early as she does: 4:45 a.m., for her first chore of the day: "Go up and check the water tank every day, make sure it's full, before I come to the casino." 
 
 "Don't you have people for that?" 
 
 "I wouldn't trust them. I have to see it for myself because I know the system," she said. 
 
 "You don't delegate very well then," Albert said. 
 
 "Well, um, no!" 
 
 But at 78 years old, and with no children or surviving spouse, Kidwell is grudgingly admitting time has the upper hand. The 520-acre parcel -- the complete town - is up for sale. Asking price: $8 million. 
 
 "I'm selling it because I'm not getting any younger," Kidwell said. "I haven't found the fountain of youth, and there's no one to take my place, so I have to start providing for the future of the community." 
 
 There are no paved roads or stoplights in Cal-Nev-Ari, Nevada (pop: 375), but it does feature a general store, casino, and the town's very determined co-founder. CBS News 
 
 Fred Marik, who is handling the sale, said more than three-quarters of the town is undeveloped -- a real jackpot in a state where the feds own 80 percent of the land. And so far there are three interested buyers. 
 
 "The casino could be expanded," Marik said. "Whether they want to go to hydroponic farming, we have people looking at it for an automobile test track. We have somebody looking at it for a marijuana resort." 
 
 At the saloon, Albert asked some locals if any had tried to convince Kidwell not to sell. 
 
 "It's a scary concept for her to sell, because we don't know what's in store for us," said Deborah Aguilera. 
 
 "I gave her an offer, like a rental option -- 200 bucks a week!" said Foster Aguilera. 
 
 But Kidwell says when she does sell, she intends to stay put. "I've lived here. Where would I go?" 
 
 Kidwell will keep her home here with her dog, Max, and a parrot, Rambo: "He's a heck of a watchbird. He knows more than the dog does." 
 
 She'll also keep a few square feet a few feet under, right between her two husbands, in the town cemetery. Each headstone has a plane, clouds, and two words: "Gone West." In fact she already has her headstone, except for the final date. 
 
 "You are a planner, aren't you?" Albert said. 
 
 "Well, I have to be. No one else is going to think of something like that." 
 
 One of the details in the town's sale is that the cemetery -- and Nancy Kidwell -- must remain. "When your roots are somewhere, that's where you want to be," she said. 
 
 This town may be just a strip of land a long ways from that other strip, but Kidwell is not about to take off -- no matter the price. It's just not in the cards. ||||| Please enter a valid email or Member ID. Invalid log in. Check your user name and password. 
 
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 Cal-Nev-Ari (United States) (AFP) - Nancy Kidwell is a modern-day pioneer of the American desert, a rough-riding frontierswoman who built an entire town amid the lonely Yucca trees and sturdy sagebrush, where nothing existed before. 
 
 A half-century ago, Kidwell and first husband Slim turned a triangle-shaped gravel airstrip abandoned by the US military into a thriving community that featured a casino, store, camper van park, motel, bar and restaurant that drew high-desert wanderers from thousands of miles around. 
 
 Many travelers landed in private planes to frequent this gambling state's first-ever fly-in gaming emporium, that once advertised "seven hours of fun" where one-armed bandit aficionados could touch down in the late afternoon and taxi out that same night. 
 
 Now it's all up for sale -- a couple's dreamscape of 350 hardy residents, carved from hardscrabble land an hour south of Las Vegas, where Nevada's narrow southern tip comes within 10 miles of both California and Arizona. 
 
 Asking price: $8 million. 
 
 For the 78-year-old Kidwell, the sale is bittersweet. This patch of desert is all she's known since she and Slim first flew over the arid expanse in 1965, gawking at the isolation and sheer beauty of the spot they'd chosen to make a break from the California rat race. 
 
 - A new beginning - 
 
 But now her beloved Slim is long gone -- a victim of Alzheimer's disease in 1983 -- and Kidwell has grown weary of working seven-day weeks supervising 22 employees, playing the role of the town's mayor, police chief and sole businesswoman. 
 
 She wants to travel, maybe buy another airplane for a tour of the nation's parks -- Yosemite, Yellowstone and Gettysburg included. 
 
 "I'm going to find out what you do after you spend 51 years of your life working in one place," she said, "when you suddenly don't have to wake up at 5 am each day to get the work done." 
 
 Kidwell is selling a full square mile along US Highway 95, with 500 acres (202 hectares) of the parcel ready for immediate development. 
 
 After all, she and Slim already did the back-breaking work of building the infrastructure, bringing in utilities and digging the wells. 
 
 Years ago, when Kidwell put the town up for sale at $17 million, two developers got into a bidding war before the real estate market collapsed and her well-laid plans turned back to dust. 
 
 Now, at a mere $8 million, Kidwell is seeing sizable interest: "My broker says the whole thing has gone viral." 
 
 She has no idea what her town will become once it's sold, but has received calls from people who want to turn it into everything from a renewable energy project, motorsports park, guest ranch, survival school or shooting range. 
 
 Recently, Kidwell sat in the casino restaurant, drinking coffee and eating a biscuit and gravy, her frame still beanstalk-slim, her reddish hair worn in the same coiffed swirl she's kept for, well, forever. 
 
 Kidwell was born in rural Utah and later moved to Southern California, where the young adventuress made enough money in her airfield secretarial job to take flying lessons. 
 
 That's when she met Slim Kidwell -- she was 28 and he was 62, and the couple launched on a spring-autumn relationship that would provide the adventure of two lifetimes. 
 
 One day, Slim got lost flying back to Torrance from Minnesota and passed a windswept desert airfield, an outpost where he decided to stake a claim for his future. 
 
 To take ownership from the government under a land-settlement act, the couple had to develop a water source and grow some kind of crop for at least one season. 
 
 - 'Blue sky dreams' - 
 
 They moved into an odiferous old trailer abandoned by some Wyoming cowboys. While they worked the land, they hauled in their water in 55-gallon drums as Kidwell dealt with her new neighbors -- the rats, squirrels, jackrabbits, coyotes and free-range cattle. 
 
 People laughed at their foolishness -- friends had a good cackle over Slim Kidwell and his "blue-sky dreams" -- which just made the couple work harder. 
 
 Slowly, the desert came to life. They built a mobile home park and gas station, then opened the Cal-Nev-Ari Casino, building backyard hangars for pilots to stash their planes. They opened what they lovingly called the Blue-Sky Motel. Eventually, people moved here. The government put in a post office and a fire depot.
– A couple hundred miles from San Francisco, where somedays it seems like $8 million will just about get you a dilapidated one-bedroom condo, that amount of money can buy you an entire town. CBS News reports Nancy Kidwell is selling the Nevada town she founded in 1951 with her first husband, Slim. Cal-Nev-Ari lies 80 miles south of Las Vegas and boasts 375 or so residents, a hotel, a general store, a casino, and even a few stop signs. "It may look bland and boring, but it's pretty cool," says one 12-year-old resident. Kidwell got the land from the federal government when it was nothing but an old WWII airstrip. She and Slim built it up from nothing, and when Slim died in 1983 of Alzheimer's—he was 34 years her senior, according to AFP—she married his son Ace and kept going. Five years after Ace's death, also of Alzheimer's, Kidwell is the town's mayor and police chief; she makes sure there's water in the tank every day, orders provisions for the cafe, and does just about everything else. But at 78 years old, it's time to retire. "I'm selling it because I'm not getting any younger," Kidwell tells CBS. "There's no one to take my place, so I have to start providing for the future of the community." Cal-Nev-Ari is listed on BizBuySell.com, and there are already a handful of interested buyers. One wants to build an automobile test track; another wants to open a marijuana resort. But there's one catch to the sale: The cemetery where Ace and Slim are buried and where Nancy already has a plot must remain. "When your roots are somewhere, that's where you want to be," she tells CBS. (In Maine, this property promised an escape from doomsday.)