Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Virginia City, Nevada

We had left for our trip a whole day early, so we had some time to waste having fun on the way. The day we were to arrive Auntie Caitlin understandably had to work a full day, so we decided to take my mom's suggestion and see Virginia City, NV (yes, as in Bonanza) before cruising through Tahoe, and going down the Sierra Nevada's into Sacramento.
The trip up the mountains was beautiful! I'm used to climbing the Sierra's, (it's my middle-namesake, and favorite place on earth), but the Eastern Sierra's border the desert, and offer a far different landscape than I am used to. As we drove up to see VC, the trees looked to be growing in rock, or hard sand. Pretty amazing.

Wide open mountains as far as the eye could see.

Yes, this is someone's private residence, dangling on a cliff, overlooking Reno. Amazing!

The first thing we did in Viginia City is ride the train. The cars clung to rail tracks along a mountainside, and took us on a tour of the old silver mines.
The views were breathtaking.
The old tunnels and structures were amazing.

I could so live in his building!
I think this is was the school:

After a train ride we walked through the town. I wish I could have taken a picture of the whole city nestled in the mountainside. We wound around the hills turn after turn and the town just sort of pops up out of nowhere. The whole place is really compact, each structure is built right on top of the other; the streets are narrow, and stacked into the mountain in the most quaint way. And what could be better than sidewalks made of wood planks?
This was inside one of the trousit trap stores.
Could not pass this up?
And there were casinos hidden in many of these old buildings.
This is where we ate lunch. Just a simple menu, sandwiches and salads, but this group of ladies was decked out in period gear eating beside us. Very cool.
This sign MADE OUR DAY, possibly our trip. We need one.
A great trip up to VC, highly recommend it if your ever in the Reno area.
Off to Tahoe and Sac.

Nevada.

We've been to Nevada dozens of times. Dozens of parts of Nevada, too. When we lived in southern California we used to drive to Vegas and Laughlin, and driving back and forth from the midwest we've passed through north and southern Nevada over and over. This time, like others, I really enjoyed Nevada, really found it beautiful. We pulled into our motel in the evening, once again opting for a Motel 6. We ran to get me some nail polish remover, and bunked down for the night. We left before the sun was up in the morning, but after we fueled up and grabbed coffee the sun had started to come up. I thought this picture would neat to show much we paid for a room to sleep in, especially as the boys grow up and look back on our trip.

The sunrise only got better.


This wash of color is so amazing to me, I actually had Theo pull over so I could get a nice still shot. On the side of the road in this same area we saw a wealthy (dressed to impress) old rancher watching his ranch hands gather some cattle that had gone stray. No picks, but a very neat thing to see.
The boys were sleepy in the car. Ben sucks his thumb when he gets sleepy still.
Hunter caught site of me watching him in the rear view mirror.
He pretended to suck his thumb like brother, LOL.
Aw... kisses.

We weren't done in Nevada yet...

Utah.







I must apologize. I know my grandparents are anxiously awaiting pictures from our vacation, and I have not been posting lately. I have not been blogging b/c I'm still catching up from our vacation. Our house is still dishevelled, the cleaning seems to never be done, the garden needs me, and frankly, sitting idle on the computer does not rank high on my list lately. I've had the organization bug, overhauling the basement, my office, the kids room, my closet. I intend to post these pictures gradually between tasks today... and tomorrow. Go with me.
The lovely Salt Lake City:
Salt Lake. I can't help but wonder if it's uninhabitable? No sign of life, no houses with views? I have to look this up...
Ah, the salt flats, and hour of driving through nothing but white dust. Straight.
Here's my disdain for the salt flats.
On to Nevada, which was decidedly more beautiful than it's ever been to me.