A Hawaiian Luau will be held at Ian Deutch Memorial (Honeysuckle) Park in Pahrump on Saturday, August 21. The Hawaiian dinner is the 8th annual fundraiser for the community’s United Way organization.

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Boulder City is a town unlike any other in Nevada. Perhaps it’s the absence of gaming — Boulder City is the only town in the state that does not allow gaming — or perhaps it’s the slow-growth ordinance that only allows a few percentage points of growth each year. Whatever the reason, the result is a small town with all the charms of small-town life coupled with bigger-than-life claims to fame: Hoover Dam, Lake Mead and a diner featured on the Food Network’s “Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.”

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No doubt about it, there are plenty of ways to spend money in Las Vegas. But there are just as many things to see and do without spending a penny. So stash your wallet and take in a spectacular Vegas-style production, enjoy a relaxing stroll around a secluded lake or check out some exotic wildlife. Because when it comes to complimentary attractions in Las Vegas, you’ve got nothing but options.

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A journalism professor at the University of Nevada has been traveling around the state off and on for several years working on a project. Howard Goldbaum has been shooting photos for himself and for the Online Nevada Encyclopedia’s website, which documents Nevada’s history and present through articles and photos.

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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…

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