With so much to see and with so little time to see it all, Cindy and I decided to head back out to the Northern Nevada Desert and do some more exploring! On this trip, we started off our day by heading out to the Pine Grove Hills and explore an old ghost town there bearing the same name. From there, we headed north up toward the Singatse Range to climb the ruins of the massive Bluestone Mine and beyond before making our way back to Tahoe. Below are highlight photos that we took along the way.
Back on dirt again and ready to do some exploring...
A pretty butterfly that stopped by to say hello while we were airing down...
Just up the road, we came across this old, half buried, military train tanker filled with water...
Well you just know we had to take a look inside...
At the top of an electronics site near Lobdell Summit looking down on Dalzell Canyon...
Gorgeous yellow flowers we found along the way of which I believe are Giant Blazing Stars...
Rubicat parked in front of an old barn or garage of some sort in the old Pine Grove ghost town...
Back in the 1870's this grand 2-story hotel would have provided comfortable lodging to weary travelers making their way across the Nevada desert...
Taking a look around inside...
Amazingly, after 140 years, there are still pieces of old wallpaper clinging to the timbers...
And, even more amazing is that if you look real carefully, there are even bits of old newspaper that were used as insulation still clinging to corners of the walls...
A resident of this charming hotel came out to greet us...
Shot from behind the building...
Down the road and parked in front of the Wilson Mine stamp mill with the old Post Office in the background...
Time to check out the old Post Office...
For being as old as it is, it's surprisingly in good shape...
Well, aside from all the crap carved into the walls and the rubber on the floor from some jackass doing a burnout on the hardwood floors...
Paying a visit to those who found their final resting place here in this town...
A heartbreaking grave belonging to Alice Maria Robinson who was only 15 years old and who's last requset was "...to be an angel. And with the angels stand. A crown upon my forehead. A harp within my hands." A sad reminder that so many of those who died on the frontier were the childeren...
Many of the Pioneer Headstones you find are intricately carved and shaped in this manner of which I've been told resembles slot machines during that time - a sign of success and wealth...
More times than not, a mound of earth or crude wooden fence is the only indication that a person was buried...
Looking back across town on our way out...
Parked at on the eastern edge of town next to an old stone building and wooden sign containing information about this wonderful old town...
After driving miles off road, we touch pavement once again but, even here, little remains other than a ghost of a sun-bleached stop sign...
More pics below...
Back on dirt again and ready to do some exploring...
A pretty butterfly that stopped by to say hello while we were airing down...
Just up the road, we came across this old, half buried, military train tanker filled with water...
Well you just know we had to take a look inside...
At the top of an electronics site near Lobdell Summit looking down on Dalzell Canyon...
Gorgeous yellow flowers we found along the way of which I believe are Giant Blazing Stars...
Rubicat parked in front of an old barn or garage of some sort in the old Pine Grove ghost town...
Back in the 1870's this grand 2-story hotel would have provided comfortable lodging to weary travelers making their way across the Nevada desert...
Taking a look around inside...
Amazingly, after 140 years, there are still pieces of old wallpaper clinging to the timbers...
And, even more amazing is that if you look real carefully, there are even bits of old newspaper that were used as insulation still clinging to corners of the walls...
A resident of this charming hotel came out to greet us...
Shot from behind the building...
Down the road and parked in front of the Wilson Mine stamp mill with the old Post Office in the background...
Time to check out the old Post Office...
For being as old as it is, it's surprisingly in good shape...
Well, aside from all the crap carved into the walls and the rubber on the floor from some jackass doing a burnout on the hardwood floors...
Paying a visit to those who found their final resting place here in this town...
A heartbreaking grave belonging to Alice Maria Robinson who was only 15 years old and who's last requset was "...to be an angel. And with the angels stand. A crown upon my forehead. A harp within my hands." A sad reminder that so many of those who died on the frontier were the childeren...
Many of the Pioneer Headstones you find are intricately carved and shaped in this manner of which I've been told resembles slot machines during that time - a sign of success and wealth...
More times than not, a mound of earth or crude wooden fence is the only indication that a person was buried...
Looking back across town on our way out...
Parked at on the eastern edge of town next to an old stone building and wooden sign containing information about this wonderful old town...
After driving miles off road, we touch pavement once again but, even here, little remains other than a ghost of a sun-bleached stop sign...
More pics below...