Not a ghost town, but probably former logging camp, judging by abandoned pier, cables, and log yard. Road from pier to yard was down to a path, so probably logged in the 90's?
A few years ago my wife and I paddled from Campbell river to Pt Mcneil. Without exception, all our camping spots were man made, former log yards, clearcuts, etc. Otherwise the alder and berries were too thick.
On about the 4th afternoon, after 15 or so paddling miles, we found a clearing to pitch camp, the above, former logging deck.
Being ravenous, we broke out cheese and crackers, while setting up the tent. My wife looking up the path, says, what is that coming?
It was a ? hightailing it towards us, 50 yards out. Cute, fun to see the local wildlife. 15 yards, a weasel, wonder why its still running at us? 5 feet, what the he#$, is the thing rabid? A few rocks, discouraged it from running off with the crackers. Back up the trail it ran, unharmed.
We still laugh about it to this day. Only explanation we can think of, Loggers made a pet of it a few years past. It was tame, or at least not afraid of humans. It was thinking, oh my, finally, human food again!!