Nevada is chiefly known for what I document on a regular basis: The two main centers of gambling in the United States. But an even deeper passion of mine lies in the Nevada desert, on the highways between Reno and Las Vegas. Towns, some living and some figments of the past, pepper the landscape. These towns are what used to be the life blood of this great state. The mining towns that heaved up thousands of tons of earth to establish the silver state. The mining towns where tumbleweed bounces through the streets. Where some of the grandest buildings of their time still stand. In the spaces between the active hands of Nevada is the heart of the state.
Recently I visited the old ghost town of Rhyolite, and the dying town of Goldfield. In the posts below are my short chronicles of those towns.
Desert Towns, Nevada.
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
Nevada Desert Towns
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Goldfield
A handful of businesses remain open on the main road through town. Houses further out from the road are in various states of decay. Some have for sale signs that optimistically list a phone number. Others sit vacant, open, and empty. Shops are closed. The town is listed as a ghost town in most modern atlases. Those residents who remain stare blankly as tourists gawk and pose in front of what used to be a thriving community. The Goldfield Hotel, once the largest in the West, sits boarded up. The schoolhouse rots slowly as repair efforts are made in vain.
Further out, where no tourist dare venture, are the mines. A range of hundreds of mounds. Each one a mine. Each one fenced off with barbed wire. The earth in this area is stained yellow and red by what was pulled up from below.
The town of Goldfield, Nevada.








Further out, where no tourist dare venture, are the mines. A range of hundreds of mounds. Each one a mine. Each one fenced off with barbed wire. The earth in this area is stained yellow and red by what was pulled up from below.
The town of Goldfield, Nevada.
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Friday, July 25, 2008
Food Service
Is a suprisingly complex operation. I mean if i'd thought about it I would have realized it. But a lot goes into it. It's pretty fast paced and keeps me moving. Blah blah blah. I like my job.
I'm headed to Goldfield NV tomorrow. I will be taking mad photos.
And just because this thought fits nowhere else: Damnit Joss! Why, Why do you have to torture me with this...this HORRIBLENESS!?
I'm headed to Goldfield NV tomorrow. I will be taking mad photos.
And just because this thought fits nowhere else: Damnit Joss! Why, Why do you have to torture me with this...this HORRIBLENESS!?
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