Carson City and Dayton become whitewater destination
Filed under: Adventure, Carson CityCARSON CITY, Nev. – Carson City and Dayton officially became a Nevada whitewater destination Saturday when officials cut the ribbon to open the area’s first rafting and kayaking facilities on a frisky stretch of the Carson River Aquatic Trail that runs through a scenic canyon with historic relics of Comstock gold mining
Fly Geyser Wonderment
Filed under: Gerlach, AdventureThere are many hot springs and geothermal wonders in the Black Rock Desert north of Reno but there is one colorful geyser that has captured the lens of many travelers. The “Fly Geyser” as it is called, is located private property, about 20 miles north of Gerlach.
Monitor Valley Jaunt is Short but Satisfying
A dip in the Potts Ranch Hot Springs and other open-air delights
Filed under: Adventure, Fun
Gim soaks in the tub at Pott’s Ranch Hot Springs. Photo by Joyce Hollister.I settled gingerly into the steaming tub—a round galvanized iron livestock watering trough—in hopes that I wouldn’t burn myself. “That’s why they call them hot springs,” my husband said. “Ha, ha,” I replied.
Someone had placed the trough next to a grimy old white porcelain bathtub, which had obviously been used for years and was now thankfully retired. You change into your bathing suit—if you brought one—and leave your clothes on a wooden bench. When we arrived at Potts Ranch Hot Springs, it took me about half a second to realize that the twisted washcloth sitting on the bench was the hot tub’s stopper. I pushed the cloth into a small hole in the tub and Gim pulled over three plastic pipes, somehow connected to the springs, and filled the tub to chest height.
It was about 10 in the morning. The August sun shone overheard. We leaned back in the water with a sigh. Ahhhh…
Belmont and Beyond
Observations on Manhattan satellite dishes and Belmont Courthouse graffiti
Filed under: Adventure, Fun
Ralph Crouse’s signature inside the Belmont Courthouse. Photo by Joyce Hollister.It was strange to see the signature of an old cowboy we’d known years ago scrawled across the faded blue wall. “Ralph Crouse, Tonopah” was etched into the plaster in letters nearly a foot high. We wished Ralph had dated it, as so many of the nearby names had been.
The thought crossed my mind: When does signing the wall on a state monument become vandalism, and when is it historical graffiti?
But I am ahead of myself…
Going Primitive at Great Basin
And the best part, camping was free.
Filed under: Adventure, Fun
Photo by Joyce Hollister.The notice said: Campgrounds full.
We had raced across Nevada on U.S. 50 from our home in Genoa—almost 400 miles—to Great Basin National Park. What with one thing and another, we didn’t arrive there until after 3 p.m.
Well, the park’s Web site did say if you want to stay in one of the four developed campgrounds in the summer, you should get there early…



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