July 2, 2017, Sparks-
The drive through northwestern Arizona and western Nevada, yesterday, was quite pleasant, thanks to a well-maintained vehicle and the unusual amount of energy I felt. This last was despite having had to tend, however briefly, with a neighbourhood emergency, in the wee small hours of the morning. Long story short, when it comes to the welfare of children, or vulnerable adults, I am not going to just look at the clock and roll over, back to sleep. Police were called, matter was resolved, and I did get back to dreamland.
One of my concerns, along the way, was the water levels of the major lakes, en route. I stopped, briefly, for a look at Lake Mead, before doing the customary straight shot through Las Vegas. The reservoir, which has suffered, mightily, in the drought of the past several years, has made a modest recovery, this Spring.
The shimmering haze reflected the heat, 112 in mid-afternoon. Needless to say, this is why I don’t tarry in LV, in July. A brief stop at Snow Mountain, north of the valley, for a turkey wrap, was sufficient.
Another of my interests, in western Nevada and across the Mountain West, is the architecture of various mining towns. This runs the gamut from Victorian elegance to honky-tonk kitsch. It’s all good. I stopped in the eclectic little town of Goldfield, between Beatty and Tonopah, On the west side of town, there are a few examples of the latter.
There is also plenty of faded elegance, begging for restoration. In the background, stands the vacant Goldfield Hotel.
This is not exactly the Arc du Triomphe, but it serves as a reminder of the frontier spirit.
My mining town fix having been satiated, I headed on, to Tonopah, stopping at one of that fine town’s newest offerings: Beans and Brews Coffee Shop, for a much-needed boost. Tonopah, also, has much to offer, in the way of late 19th Century memorabilia, as I’ve documented on prior trips. I had four more hours of travel, though, so my cup of Joe was to go.
Hawthorne, just above Walker Lake, has seen my smiling face a few times. This town, you may remember, is where my Nissan began to falter, two years ago, and my angels took over, to get it to Reno. The guys at Pizza Factory, prepared a delicious baked spaghetti with meat sauce, which I took to an overlook, four miles north of town. Walker Lake also looks in much better shape.
My Reno/Carson family were glad for my arrival, at 10:15 PM, and we caught up on life, for about an hour. Today was more of the same, in the modest family home, here in Reno’s neighbour. The kids made slime, the adults watched family-friendly movies and the menagerie kept guard.