Showing posts with label virginia city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label virginia city. Show all posts

Friday, May 14, 2021

A Relaxing Day in the Comstock Lode: Virginia City, Nevada


The last day of our Nevada getaway is being spent in the old west mining town of Virginia City. Relegated to ghost town status in the 1930's, after the silver mines played out, the town had a revival in the early 1960's when the hit western series "Bonanza" hit the airwaves. Much of that show was set in Virginia City, although none of it was filmed there, which is why the fictional Virginia City of that show looks nothing like the real one.

It's a steep climb into Virginia City. So steep, in fact, that trucks and other large vehicles are banned from the main road. They must take a longer, more gently climbing road to the east.

All that climbing results in C Street (the town's main drag, also state highway 341) being at the same elevation as the water level at Lake Tahoe, high in the sierras on the other side of Carson Valley. This also makes the weather a bit more mild than the desert temperatures below, although some winter days here can be brutal.


This late April day, though, is very pleasant and clear. We park at the courthouse in a handicapped spot (which I found out later I should not have done...it's only open to tourists on the weekends). There are some pay lots along C Street. Street parking is free and there are a few other free lots a block west or east of C but it will entails negotiating a hill in this steeply banked city. (Download this PDF Map of Virginia City to see where the parking lots are) 

Our first stop is a short block down a steep hill to the visitor's center on the corner of C and Taylor Streets. We pick up a copy of that map...we're wishing that they had a cool walking tour of the town like Carson City did but it's just a basic map...and notice that they also have two accessible restrooms available along with free popcorn and gin tasting in what was an old and historic Virginia City saloon (this used to be the Crystal and the lighted sign and chandeliers above the bar are 1870's originals).


We continue north along C. While Letty browses a couple of antique shops, Tim and I share a red ale at the Virginia City Taphouse and Brewery. Technically, it's just a taphouse now as the owners have removed the brewing tanks and equipment for preparation to a move next door.

It's very good. We want to check out the Delta Saloon, which is supposed to be one of the few places in Nevada where you can still play old-fashioned, coin operated slot machines but the Delta has gone out of business. Its famous "Suicide Table" has been moved to a saloon across the street.


At the end of the block, we cross over to The Way It Was Museum and check out a few artifacts in their courtyard. We're not moved to pay admission to go in, however.

The Bonanza Saloon, which looks like it is still in the middle of a renovation, is the new home of the "Suicide Table," formerly of the Delta across the street. This is an old faro table which had a few owners who lost big, went broke, and decided to take the easy way out, giving it the name it's known by today.


What used to be a museum but it closed now, is the offices of the Territorial Enterprise where a young reporter named Samuel Clemens started writing under the name of Mark Twain.

A couple of doors down, we check out the extensive chandelier collection of the Virginia City Bar and Grill, where I pick up a quick $2.50 playing one of their slot machines.

I quickly sink my winnings into some candy for Tim and I at the extensively stocked Virginia City Mercantile.

While waiting outside another antique shop for Letty, Tim and I meet a detective from the sheriff's office who chats with us about life here. There are less than 5,000 residents of the county (Storey County, the smallest in Nevada). The Sheriff provides all the local law enforcement for the county with 20 deputies under him who work out of a small, storefront office at the end of the street.

The courthouse we parked at is still in use as is a newer one at the edge of town next to the jail. 

We bid the detective a good day as we stroll along to the Firehouse Barbecue at the end of the street on the other side of the Sheriff's Office. Along with the grill, there's a full bar and and ice cream bar.

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t's the ice cream we're after and we get a couple cups and enjoy them out on the deck where we also get to take in the famous 100 mile view from Virginia City.

Back across the street, Letty checks out some more shops while Tim and I head to the Ponderosa Saloon where, along with your libation, there's a entrance to a mineshaft in the back of the room. Tours are available but, alas, it's not chair friendly.

We finish up back where we started where Letty picks up a bottle of gin from the visitor's center to take home. Back in the van, we do a little auto touring to check out the cemetery and the area east of town.

There's a trail, fairly accessible (packed dirt) that starts here and heads east into the hills with lots of warnings not to stray off unless you want to die a lonely death along the shards or water in an unmarked mine shaft.

Indeed, there's a fenced off area next to the starting kiosk where a fifty foot section of mineshaft collapsed. Luckily, no one was standing on top at the time.


With that, our time in Virginia City is done. We head back down to Minden where we have a delicious and cheap ($14.99) prime rib dinner at the Carson Valley Inn Casino.

Tomorrow, it's back home.

Darryl Musick
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Monday, April 26, 2021

Classic Trip: Brothels, Casinos, and the Basque...House Hunting in Nevada's Carson Valley


(Please read our Covid 19 Statement first - Ed)  Letty and I both grew up watching "Bonanza" in our childhood years. Who wouldn't want to live on the Ponderosa? Now, we're in the real-life location of that fictional ranch and one question bothers me...with Carson City being closer to their house, why did the Cartwright men spend so much time in farther-away Virginia City than in the closer, and bigger, state capitol.

This morning will be occupied by "business"...we're up here to investigate if it is a place we'd want to retire to. Specifically, we're looking at the area in the south end of the Carson Valley...around Gardnerville and Minden...to see if that's where we'd want to spend the rest of our lives after I retire.


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The pros are good housing prices, low taxes, and country living are the draws.   We're playing house hunters, with three houses lined up to look at and see if we like what's in our price range.

House #1 on a 5 acre spread is too far back up towards Topaz Lake and has evidence of a large, recent wildfire on the hillside across the highway.

House #2 is nice, on a half-acre lot in Gardnerville near the country club but the street around it is not as nice.

House #3, across from the golf course club house looked good on paper but was pretty miserable in person.

Along with the 10-hour drive to see our families, pretty crushing traffic (due to only one main highway in the area) for a fairly rural area, a pretty desolate feel, and loss of California benefits for Tim, we decide to cross the Carson Valley off of our retirement list.

We'll pick that baton back up in a few days when we cross back over the mountains to our home state but, now, we're free agents...ready to explore the area as travelers.


Back up and around Carson City, we head over to Virginia City. Make sure you have a strong engine if you plan to take the shortest route up with a harrowing 15% grade. Easy parking is hard to find, so I relent and pay $6 to park in the Delta Saloon's (home of the "world famous suicide table") lot.


It's like Tombstone, set in the mountains. An old west town, where open-carry is a way of life (many of these costumed, and armed, men are also security guards at the local casinos so I don't know how many of these are props or real).


The hilly geography means wheelchairs are like rollercoasters on the undulating boardwalks. Tim has a few exciting moments where the wood meets the pavement.


It's chilly, so we retire to the Delta's casino with a cup of coffee an see the suicide table while feeding pennies to the slot machines.  After, we head down the street to enjoy some baked goods and the hundred mile view out behind the coffeehouse we're in.

A little window shopping later and we're heading down the hill.


Just for the heck of it, we drive through the Bunny Ranch brothel's parking lot to snap some photos and video (we're, by far, not the only ones).  I offer to drop Tim off and pick him up later but he declines...


While illegal in Vegas, brothels are legal in much of the rest of the state and several are out here east of the Capitol. Some innkeepers have told us of mild-mannered guests to their facilities who come up here just to tour these houses of ill repute.

Enough of that, after an afternoon break at the hotel, it's off to the "Biggest Little City In The World," Reno, to have some dinner.

While we could have a cheap spread at one of the local casinos, we opt instead for a delicious Basque meal in this Basque country.  The Santa Fe Hotel, an historic shepherd's boarding house that's surrounded on three sides by the massive Harrah's complex, will be the destination for tonight. We're a little early...the bar opens at 5, dinner is served at 6, and it's 4:30.


An hour is killed by going to a local pawn shop and then the Cal Neva casino at the end of the block where Tim wins $10 on the penny slots and $25 for me on the quarter machines.  Just enough to have a picon punch before dinner.

We strike up a nice, long conversation with the bartender at the Santa Fe (she's also a speech therapist so we have some common ground here and there) while waiting for the dining room to open.


The Santa Fe is a true, oldschool, Basque restaurant meaning that you don't get a table to yourself. We sit at a table made for at least eight wth a couple of gentlemen from the area joining us in a lively, talkative dinner of soup, salad, sausage, cheese, bread, wine, steaks, and fries.

It's an experience you won't get at a casino buffet and the price is not all that different.

(Note: It appears that the Santa Fe Hotel has been a victim of the pandemic and permanently closed althought their website is still live and their Facebook page still lists opening hours - Ed)

Appetites sated, we say goodbye to our dinner companions, our new friends in the bar, and the city of Reno itself as we retire to the Homewood Suites to rest up for our drive over the Donner Pass tomorrow.

Darryl
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