Plan A or Plan B was the question we pondered; it was back and forth. We were getting away for just an overnight, to be outside, do some close by exploring. Friday night in bed at home we checked the weather forecasts. Plan A was highs in the thirties with an overnight low of 16°. Plan B was colder, high of 30° and a low of 5°. Plan B was a further drive but the vistas spectacular and we could camp right at our own private hot spring – don’t start taking notes, we have never even hinted at this location in the past – and darn near guaranteed no one else around for miles. Plan A was closer and an opportunity to take a look at things we have just driven by on previous trips.
A storm cleared out on Friday both at home and in western Nevada. We were at the Roadrunner Café in Dayton at 7 am, opening time. Three regulars were already at the counter. The same cook was busy in the kitchen and the waitress was working today. The banter was familiar and friendly, “Bob if you’re not reading the paper, Frank wants it.” The waitress’ beau came in with a buddy. Every spare moment of hers was then spent cuddled up next to him at his table. He was boasting a crisp white Seattle Seahawks Conference Champions t-shirt. He was going to have a good weekend.
We were going with Plan A. First stop was Virginia City. East out of Dayton is the back way up Six Mile Canyon. The mountains were dusted with a new thin layer of white starting right at the valley. Just a little after eight am found us driving down lonely Main Street. There was three inches of new snow here at 6200 feet. Yeah Virginia City is a tourist trap but a lot of history was made here. This is where Sam Clemens started as a reporter for The Territorial Enterprise and became Mark Twain. The Mark Twain Museum was on the left in the Territorial Enterprise building. We passed the Bucket of Blood Saloon. A large sign advertised the Suicide Table. “Well, I’ve seen enough,” the Lady stated.
“Don’t want to stop?” I asked.
She just looked at me.
We drove down the grade through Gold Hill and Silver City. Deciding we didn’t want to drop all the way down to highway 50 outside of Carson City, we looped back to Virginia City on the truck route. We drove a back street that paralleled Main. I asked the Lady, “Still seen enough? Anything you want to stop and check out?” She just looked at me.
The skies were clearing of clouds. The air was crisp, cold, and clean. It was a pretty morning and at a little before 9 am, half of Plan A was already completed. “This is such a pretty day,” I said. “Let’s go with Plan B, gas up in Fallon, and continue east. Cold air and hot springs is sounding really really good.”
South of Fallon, traveling through Eightmile Flats – Salt Wells Basin we were surprised at the amount of water. This stayed in our minds as we dropped down from Sand Springs Pass into Dixie Valley. The south end of Dixie was a large shallow lake.
“If it is this wet here,” I said, “The roads we need to take are gumbo and impassable. We ought to just turn around here.”
“Back to Plan A,” the Lady said with a smile. “No need to get stuck and not have any fun!”
“Pull out ‘Traveling America’s Loneliest Road’. Let’s stop at Grimes Point and Soda Lake on the way back,” I suggested.
Grimes Point is a developed archeological site on BLM administered land. Long gone beach front property on Lake Lahontan for the ancient ones, the heavily desert varnished volcanic boulders are covered with petroglyphs created over a long span of time.
Our next stop was Nevada’s newest volcano, a basalt maar that erupted less than 7000 years ago. The maar, filled with ground water, is called Soda Lake.
Soda Lake is said to be the most exciting place for birding in the Lahontan Valley with a list of unusual birds including Pacific loon, oldsquaw, surf scoter, white-winged scoter, curlew sandpiper, golden plover, and Sabine’s gull. A sign announces that it is managed as a Churchill County Recreation Area but it appears over run with dirt bikes and maggots, indiscriminate shooting, and partying. The lake was rimmed with ice. It was cold and the area was quiet. Many water birds were visible on the lake but hard to identify because of the distance.
The center piece for Plan A was Fort Churchill, a Nevada State Park. The stark adobe ruins of civil war era Fort Churchill sit on a plain above the Carson River. The fort was constructed in 1860 at a cost of $180,000 in response to ill conceived battles between the whites and the Paiutes.
All the bodies of military personnel were removed in 1885. A local ranching family, the Buckland’s, bought the decommissioned fort in 1870 at auction for $750. Sam and Eliza and several children who died early in childhood are buried here.
After setting up in the campground – we were completely alone – we explored the ruins in the late afternoon
We returned to camp, buried deep in the cottonwoods along the Carson River.
We took a long sunset walk.
As expected, the air temperature dropped with the sun. We enjoyed our outdoor showers, had dinner, and played a game of scrabble. The final score was 235 to 335, but an enjoyable game because of the interesting play of words. The victor is trying hard not to boast too much.
We walked back to the ruins in the dark of the night. I wanted to try some night photos. Coyotes sang in the distance as we again visited the cemetery with the Milky Way above.
The eerie yellow light painting the fence and arch came from the Visitors Center.
This was our coldest night thus far in our new camper. The morning’s low was 18°. We do not run heat at night. We enjoy the cold and our warm toasty bedding and warm bodies. All Terrain Campers uses a 16000 BTU furnace and it is placed at floor level. Every one of those BTUs was appreciated this morning and warm happy feet are an essential start to a wonderful new day.
We were surprised by the cloud deck this morning. The sun still managed to work its dawn magic.
After a leisurely breakfast outside, in the campground that was ours alone, we dropped the top and headed out. Our first stop was the nearby Buckland Station, also part of the Fort Churchill State Park.
We highly recommend stopping here. The downstairs is open most weekends. This includes a well crafted ten minute video of the history. The ranch house was built in 1870 using materials removed from the abandoned fort. After Sam and Eliza’s passing, the ranch had several different owners and slowly fell deeper and deeper into decay. It was acquired by the Nevada Parks Division in 1995 and its restoration continues, a nice success story.
The clouds had thickened and light snow flurries greeted us as we left Buckland Station. We took the dirt Fort Churchill Road back to Dayton. We have no need to repeat that drive. All the hills and mountains were shrouded in clouds as we continued, once again, up Six Mile Canyon Road to Virginia City. “Three chances in two days to see the sights in Virginia City, want to stop?” I asked the Lady. She just looked at me. We did not stop.
Our next objective was a quick stop at Washoe Lake State Park. The Teds and the Barking Spiders have used this as a quick getaway so we checked it out.
It had been a cold and delightful weekend. Winter in Nevada is a special time. Our camper makes it possible and comfortable to visit places during off seasons and the bite of cold air still makes us feel alive. And, we always have Plan B.