Tourists steering north on Interstate 15 from California have long been greeted by undeniable symbols that they were visiting a place apart when they approached the state line and entered Nevada.
John L. Smith
Consider the plight of the West’s wild horses long enough, and at some point you’ll probably find yourself asking the question: Should the animals be protected, left to roam without rules or removed from the range?
I broke my leg recently, and the fracture has slowed me down a bit.
Trappers might be the keepers of an antiquated craft, but they all seem to have Internet access.
Nevada’s feral dogs and alley cats have no shortage of friends. Heaven help you if you’re caught abusing a lowly canine or hungry feline.
Tap out a few hundred words on some local mobster, and I can expect several phone calls — at least one of them life-threatening.
Sip a cup of coffee in any cafe from Searchlight to Jackpot, and before you ask the waitress for a refill you’re likely to hear something about conservative politics in Nevada.
Travel through Nevada long enough, and you’ll see some remarkable things.
ELKO — Some folks mourn the loss of a favorite hunting dog. Others sigh when a big-hearted horse passes on to eternal pastures. I’ve even heard of fellows that miss their ex-mothers-in-law.
Bent while boondocking outside Alkali, the Subaru’s driveshaft was repaired just in time.
Whenever I find myself driving on the solitary stretch of U.S. Highway 95 outside Tonopah, I often wonder what the boom years were like.
They say the first step toward recovery is admitting you have a problem, and as he addressed Sunday’s gathering at the Nevada State Museum Wally Cuchine almost gleefully acknowledged his addiction. He is an unabashedly compulsive collector of art from Nevada and the West.
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?
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.