These days it’s just a junk-strewn lot off U.S. Highway 95 in the heart of Goldfield.
John L. Smith
Suddenly, Silver Peak finds itself smack in the middle of the Tesla discussion.
With its tall pines and cool breezes, Mount Charleston doesn’t look much like a crossroads of political intrigue.
Nancy Reynolds’ life has been so filled with travel and political adventure that it’s hard to imagine there was a time she was just a small-town girl on horseback.
Judith Nies doesn’t leave the environmental optimists and desert daydreamers among us much room for hope in her new book, “Unreal City: Las Vegas, Black Mesa and the Fate of the West.”
Harry Reid recently announced he was selling his home in Searchlight and moving to Henderson.
“Pony Bob” Haslam, we couldn’t forget you if we tried.
She was born in 1844 to the Northern Paiute people near the Humboldt River. Her parents named her Thocmetony after the beautiful shell flower that manages to bloom following even the harshest winter on the eastern slope of the Sierra Nevada.
Few legends in Nevada history approach the amazing feats of strength and endurance of the great Sierra mailman, John A. “Snowshoe” Thompson.
It turns out the rumors of a Lake Tahoe cove being named for Mark Twain were greatly exaggerated.
Listen closely, and you can hear the indifferent desert wind as it chides and whistles around the politics of the Education Initiative margins tax measure.
Mary and Carrie Dann never received a visit from the camouflage cavalry, and I’m not sure whether they would have welcomed the support of armed militia.
Nevada rancher Demar Dahl knows his range law almost as well as he knows his own cattle.
Take the Valley of Fire exit off Interstate 15 north of Las Vegas and you can’t miss the sign welcoming visitors to the Moapa Tribal Travel Center. It reads, “Tax Free.”