GOLDFIELD — It’s a question most travelers ask themselves sooner or later when they reach a new destination whether it’s in the heart of the big city or way out in the middle of Nevada: What would it be like to live here?
John L. Smith
A galvanized metal giant with the other-worldly noggin welcomes all peaceful beings from throughout the universe to the Alien Research Center, but mostly he’s expecting those traveling by automobile on state Route 375, also known as the Extraterrestrial Highway.
BIG BEAR, Calif.
This week’s Clean Energy Summit 6.0 was Sen. Harry Reid’s green party, of that there can be no doubt.
Those who know Nevada Smith realize he misses no meals while on the road.
Nevada is wildfire country.
A hopeful drizzle fell as we followed the police escort up State Route 157 Saturday morning in Kyle Canyon.
“Vegas,” the television show based loosely on Ralph Lamb’s life, had just been canceled, but the former Clark County sheriff wasn’t losing any sleep over it.
She was up early on Father’s Day, trying not to make noise as she pushed her wheelchair into the kitchen. It was a little after 6 a.m., and my daughter Amelia figured I was still asleep.
I think I’ve finally found something cattle ranchers and horse huggers agree on: The Bureau of Land Management is doing it wrong.
On most days, travelers on the Lovell Summit Road on the north side of the Spring Mountains are in for a treat of cool air and fragrant pinyon and juniper. Sunday was not one of those days.
In dreams, native cutthroat rise to my line from shadowed pools, tasting the fly and taking the bait. I set the hook, and the fight is on. Trout nirvana. Hemingway smiles approvingly.
When it comes to the political shooting gallery of gun control, these days it seems just about everyone’s taking aim at Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid.