tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86936142187924762522024-03-15T18:09:29.797-07:00Looking For Detachment"...reality can be attained only by someone who is detached."
- Simone WeilSilver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.comBlogger1180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-83073931433301055552023-01-09T13:13:00.002-08:002023-01-09T13:13:30.448-08:00Update from the Lake: Wintry Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhN6iCF0ooC_nf3EpYbrSvOE7x4l1RWmtCyEgHvDFt7f4F7Iu2uv6tR3ZRaF2CUboobovBIQljZ7YHA9tEErcyHZuvYFj4t_DTfxEP7JsRyjxZ_Bxc3POROPL_CT2DJIX7VWsRdKj_PNQagcPcpUelOGVaoh5g1ORRuTeL5zCjRFPvUcrUnOkpiBu4/s4547/20221229_123942-PANO%20(2)_L+R(2)_bw.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1632" data-original-width="4547" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhN6iCF0ooC_nf3EpYbrSvOE7x4l1RWmtCyEgHvDFt7f4F7Iu2uv6tR3ZRaF2CUboobovBIQljZ7YHA9tEErcyHZuvYFj4t_DTfxEP7JsRyjxZ_Bxc3POROPL_CT2DJIX7VWsRdKj_PNQagcPcpUelOGVaoh5g1ORRuTeL5zCjRFPvUcrUnOkpiBu4/s500/20221229_123942-PANO%20(2)_L+R(2)_bw.jpg" /></a></div>
During the recent holidays, I was fortunate enough to spend a few days at my favorite northern CA lake. I was unfortunate enough to be "mildly" ill during that time, recovering from an unknown malady that caused upper and lower respiratory distress, inflammation, infection—whatever—something that the local clinic (in my northern NV home area) did not bother to test for, but gave me two anti-inflammatory medicines, Z-pak and prednisone (Z-pak is primarily an anti-biotic, but who knows if I needed one).
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While recovering, mostly by relaxing in front of a wood cook stove, I took a few walks down to the local beach area, where spring water enters the lake.
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So, let's go for a walk or two.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 15px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOElFElA3gPbgZtkjT-SwK0rpfCYiHC1rtfrGfGl6kmS_FippVuvkOpb4ffgX8VnFKLVRSs6xkcrDy6vEz6s59Td_EgGDitUyeQELo9csGEIi-tAkahyL1XmTdMDNxI1zrf6-qu1pFC3MONgeaqIU68GfjfzzD5VcoPl5pfrukVjyNhbWR3NYAOQK/s1200/20221225_112239_1_1s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOElFElA3gPbgZtkjT-SwK0rpfCYiHC1rtfrGfGl6kmS_FippVuvkOpb4ffgX8VnFKLVRSs6xkcrDy6vEz6s59Td_EgGDitUyeQELo9csGEIi-tAkahyL1XmTdMDNxI1zrf6-qu1pFC3MONgeaqIU68GfjfzzD5VcoPl5pfrukVjyNhbWR3NYAOQK/s500/20221225_112239_1_1s.jpg" /></a></div>
Christmas day, it was sunny but occasionally foggy.
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The lake has a little picnic area, though it was a little cold for just sitting around.
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Nice lake view, looking south toward the dam, which is not in view.
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A few days later, I made another hike down to the lake. It was a gray, cloudy day. A bright white line on the shore across the lake stood out, creating a little bit of lighting drama.
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Down on the rocky shore, water from a spring feeds into the lake, causing a bit of green—probably algae.
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A few old stumps from when trees were cut before the reservoir was filled, back in 1914, are scattered about. Most of the present-day lake bottom consisted of meadow and marshland before filling, so tree stumps exist only along some shores.
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The last photo looks west, down the rocky shoreline. Rocks consist primarily of rounded and partly rounded basalt cobbles and boulders, derived from the dominant bedrock of the area: basalt not far below the soil of the surrounding forest. Snow line here is below the high water mark, which is probably about 5 feet below the lowest pine tree, just below the upper concrete slab (concrete?). That is, when the lake is full, you can walk along the shore by moving from boulder to boulder, to do a little fishing (although technically, any land above the high water mark outside the beach area is private land).Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-24683043428100057712022-06-12T10:34:00.004-07:002022-06-13T17:51:25.389-07:00The northern section of Highway 8A<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbAzc7cc5qGnWzFlA33IA95FLFhX8j-Q9RuUnIbFyhVdZmrO_gSosDcqos_hGjU5O6vi7XBvWS0z6sZMfMnS3AF2jzcuaKxcUDtg82jxh9tfqIpvY3cGK5X7E1R6ST1MkzBDcccYkDUkG1Jld1O-n0PNQzd0n5RLWRzLYl_JnMvvKczRU623o2rFPAA/s1200/20220608_095644%20(2)_1_1s.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbAzc7cc5qGnWzFlA33IA95FLFhX8j-Q9RuUnIbFyhVdZmrO_gSosDcqos_hGjU5O6vi7XBvWS0z6sZMfMnS3AF2jzcuaKxcUDtg82jxh9tfqIpvY3cGK5X7E1R6ST1MkzBDcccYkDUkG1Jld1O-n0PNQzd0n5RLWRzLYl_JnMvvKczRU623o2rFPAA/w400-h225/20220608_095644%20(2)_1_1s.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Signs at the turn-off from westbound 140 to SRs 8A and 34A</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
Well, I finally did it! I traveled the northern section of Nevada S.R. 8A, which runs from the NV-CA stateline east of Cedarville, CA, to Nevada S.R. 140, the Winnemucca-to-the-Sea Highway. I posted earlier about the west end of northern 8A <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2016/08/one-year-ago-today-short-trip-on.html">here</a>, <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2016/08/tertiary-tuesday-hoodoos-along-old-8a.html">here</a>, and <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2015/11/links-nevada-highway-8a.html">here</a>. The northeast end of northern 8A was covered briefly in <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2010/10/highway-8a-cutoff-from-cedarville-to.html">this post</a>, which is part of <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/search/label/highway%20140">a series</a> about Highway 140. The traverse described in this post was part of a larger loop trip from northern Nevada to northern California, the westbound portion of which is shown in <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/edit?mid=1vVJ5vjTqyCA0pij0fCVh4nJj7InDIn0&ll=41.611381188557374%2C-119.43671346226955&z=8">this map</a> (also embedded at the bottom).<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsblv56VMj-fCKS-iYs-THtwFP0OocF-vIU1Kx6m0diMo-aJqZQ1b4Mn6L3yGahpbh-ua9hrZ2qPau6nUzNc-kXpV0i6069kpN9t6b7fuD5fho3FRQhPBGQ_zNlrC8grVPY77R9017rFssowfD18iB7u456NeVTyihMzKT53SbLHuQYC5NJmTfOxY9ag/s1200/20220608_101023%20(3)_1_1S.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsblv56VMj-fCKS-iYs-THtwFP0OocF-vIU1Kx6m0diMo-aJqZQ1b4Mn6L3yGahpbh-ua9hrZ2qPau6nUzNc-kXpV0i6069kpN9t6b7fuD5fho3FRQhPBGQ_zNlrC8grVPY77R9017rFssowfD18iB7u456NeVTyihMzKT53SbLHuQYC5NJmTfOxY9ag/w400-h225/20220608_101023%20(3)_1_1S.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Take the left fork to stay on 8A, or the right fork for 34A.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaPizvJhyyLsKpQEAmb8BMmdQ8LBczsIAqeAfXcN3HEPZelX0XUXJOQonoJ1RWQK3asRLrklQ0rJXKoLNqnx1TgBT3vJ0cPZNqg17Kp6pdlfj2Xbi0eTEpVKQRn7m1m_YUNQGqJXMGPMy6IRVK6PHUH14Y3h1hTpfjvbCU4vmorsQMkX8mO0b5GZESQ/s1200/20220608_102116%20(2)_1_1s.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="1200" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaPizvJhyyLsKpQEAmb8BMmdQ8LBczsIAqeAfXcN3HEPZelX0XUXJOQonoJ1RWQK3asRLrklQ0rJXKoLNqnx1TgBT3vJ0cPZNqg17Kp6pdlfj2Xbi0eTEpVKQRn7m1m_YUNQGqJXMGPMy6IRVK6PHUH14Y3h1hTpfjvbCU4vmorsQMkX8mO0b5GZESQ/w400-h225/20220608_102116%20(2)_1_1s.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Volcanic tableland in the foreground. The Pine Forest Range is on the right; the Pueblo Mountains near Denio are on the left.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
The sky was overcast for much of the trip, so the photos I got were not as good as they might have been on a bright summer day. Wildflowers were out—not a superbloom but quite persistent and with numerous species—and I saw three pronghorn in the west-central part of the <a href="https://www.fws.gov/refuge/sheldon">Sheldon National Wildlife Refuge</a>.
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As the northern slopes of Fish Creek Mountain came into view, the area started looking familiar, and I wondered if I'd bushwhacked through the mountain mahogany on Fish Creek Mountain during a long-ago deer-hunting adventure. Also, I was now coming into the area where the <a href="https://www.rgj.com/story/news/2018/01/06/snowbound-stolpa-family-found-jan-6-1993/1005978001/">Stolpas</a> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowbound:_The_Jim_and_Jennifer_Stolpa_Story">got in trouble</a> in the winter of '92-93. Beyond the pronghorn in the photo above, more or less just beyond the area between that dark volcanic flow and the mountain-mahogany-covered hills, the land slopes east into the upper drainage of Hell Creek, where Jim and Jennifer took refuge in a small cave <a href="https://www.wanderthewest.com/forum/topic/5151-the-stolpa-family-marooned-east-of-vya-1993/">approximately two miles east of Blowout Mountain</a>. Hell Creek drains into Virgin Creek, eventually into the area of the Virgin Valley opal mines, where they might have found people, had they been able to continue their long trek through the snow. Instead, Jim walked 40 miles or so to Vya, where he luckily found someone at or near the road maintenance station.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRALz6QpY7s9XyUmfMLDawql81dQWDrZ2encjVg35UDESwIE-FPhXYPMnDPUslFtRTNw53suTmKIu_aI9qscD0D1zggb9LhLPHQ_5VD7_1CQ0gtEnTdbecqdD0-oXrjDOdJFKPDcLqtlvn73g6QX5gp9k5LfJCGxc0Df41ds7EwZU5PHWKang8-BYfkA/s1200/20220608_103117%20(2)_1_1_1ss.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="1200" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRALz6QpY7s9XyUmfMLDawql81dQWDrZ2encjVg35UDESwIE-FPhXYPMnDPUslFtRTNw53suTmKIu_aI9qscD0D1zggb9LhLPHQ_5VD7_1CQ0gtEnTdbecqdD0-oXrjDOdJFKPDcLqtlvn73g6QX5gp9k5LfJCGxc0Df41ds7EwZU5PHWKang8-BYfkA/w400-h198/20220608_103117%20(2)_1_1_1ss.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Two pronghorn.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
The road, 8A, is wide and graveled, quite smooth over most of its length, though it was decidedly dusty. At the north end, the gravel included oversize rocks that make for a rough ride in places. I had the AC on high and recirculate throughout the dirt portion of my trip (from NV 140 to CA 299) to keep the cabin pressurized; otherwise I was breathing in a lot of dust. Every time I'd stop, the dust would move over me from the rear, and I'd have to wait to take photos. The dust, in the mostly still air, was drafting along with the Jeep in lieu of any wind blowing it to one side or the other. By the way, it's always good to check your air filter after a trip through such volumes of dust, or even during if the silt is particularly nasty.
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<p>And then, having passed from northwestern Humboldt County to northern Washoe County, and having also passed out of the Sheldon National Wildlife Refuge, I finally turned onto a side road for lunch. Lunch was accompanied by a short wildflower walkabout.</p>
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The 8A portion of the larger trip, from its junction at the north end with Nevada S.R. 140 to the NV-CA stateline where the road becomes CA 299, took about two and a half hours, including several brief photo stops and a 20-minute lunch stop. Google has one traveling that route (63 miles) at an average speed of 18 mph, whereas my average speed including more than 20 minutes of down time, was 25 mph. Before leaving, I had calculated that Google was giving me a rate of 17 mph just for the 140 to Vya section, but apparently they think the entire 8A section is a drag. In winter, of course, one might not be able to traverse the road at all, what with all that volcanic-derived silt turning to sticky, slippery mud, or the plateau country becoming buried or drifted during any serious snowstorm.
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As mentioned earlier, I've been up in the Sheldon country before, most notably many years ago for black powder deer hunting. We were probably somewhere over in the Fish Creek Mountain – Blowout Mountain area, or perhaps a bit to the south down near Mahogany Mountain.<div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b>More about 8A at LFD:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/p/highway-8a_09.html">Highway 8A</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/08/highways-8-8a-and-8b.html">Highways 8, 8A, and 8B</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/search/label/8A">all posts tagged 8A</a></div>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"><iframe height="375" src="https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/embed?mid=1vVJ5vjTqyCA0pij0fCVh4nJj7InDIn0&ehbc=2E312F" width="500"></iframe></p><div style="text-align: center;">Note: a few photos shown on the map didn't make it to this post.</div></div>Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com3Vya, NV41.5921166 -119.860491513.281882763821152 -155.0167415 69.902350436178835 -84.7042415tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-4459071756061374312021-12-22T09:58:00.000-08:002021-12-22T09:58:25.186-08:00Year End Sunset Summary<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJQor9md8qtntnoRdq26-7tOOlPJ4DmiPybNulINx1uAmls7QQxDFVktLjHfkoODaR1hW6PpARO6Vw-rE1mKetiCBOJLfleJbrh673CqWxMUTgNHY-hdyYYby186vNebvhNpfwkvcd1DWWJfLksQL5g-84k6zPS_CHrkOjOgpMhQo-WC--Kxpd_hZd=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJQor9md8qtntnoRdq26-7tOOlPJ4DmiPybNulINx1uAmls7QQxDFVktLjHfkoODaR1hW6PpARO6Vw-rE1mKetiCBOJLfleJbrh673CqWxMUTgNHY-hdyYYby186vNebvhNpfwkvcd1DWWJfLksQL5g-84k6zPS_CHrkOjOgpMhQo-WC--Kxpd_hZd=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">January: a hint of color as the sun goes down</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
I've only posted four times this year - barely or non-geologic posts - so doing a regular year end summary makes zero sense. So I decided to just pick a favorite sunset photo from each month and post, mostly without comment.
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0oZI55kZcqJfu_U5I-Wd2yvgq7_3tq9ias5o5-nQ4649Wk83CGUYgYZXb-q8-0JljVctuMq0cTnRQkC40yhmMyPTmsscRg0cQFAftiEyP0G9Ads-8Zddp4x5qx9oAs4XYreGXC9scG5vsQ2tSaEr0QYHHhjuNCoHijnFqx4ixmQuTJBA7_U8l3VRH=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0oZI55kZcqJfu_U5I-Wd2yvgq7_3tq9ias5o5-nQ4649Wk83CGUYgYZXb-q8-0JljVctuMq0cTnRQkC40yhmMyPTmsscRg0cQFAftiEyP0G9Ads-8Zddp4x5qx9oAs4XYreGXC9scG5vsQ2tSaEr0QYHHhjuNCoHijnFqx4ixmQuTJBA7_U8l3VRH=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">March</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPtQpk9VvtQe4q6zaokNTdMxzlihi9ggSd6jpAyfVhkHNhBlJrJ4AgnJWLA7YBOtndIKgCLGEiitUuKkvWkFAik79UXzyJ7nsZgb9XhXj3UIKLX01Pv2Yf5T7yP_wEWI44OedEbpG5M_od8wLnWsnO_88J5JHsMDFigfez-NxxIqE0DAOWrCDu0n-x=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPtQpk9VvtQe4q6zaokNTdMxzlihi9ggSd6jpAyfVhkHNhBlJrJ4AgnJWLA7YBOtndIKgCLGEiitUuKkvWkFAik79UXzyJ7nsZgb9XhXj3UIKLX01Pv2Yf5T7yP_wEWI44OedEbpG5M_od8wLnWsnO_88J5JHsMDFigfez-NxxIqE0DAOWrCDu0n-x=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">April</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRvzejiY-n95WEnCY760t3vvG41HmCWMdrdHNlb2AbtREER4TNSOgO1H_tOeQl6fRx5o6PZ2-WmrFHkQpiOce306pVv0XgCbx_EDZAlpPJkcau1H00RsHEa-i1dG7Bb5wQxA0EuaC8uMAWq7ctOkn7Xfwp-W2SS-0_XEuLlcV539pixt7ithyPnMSS=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRvzejiY-n95WEnCY760t3vvG41HmCWMdrdHNlb2AbtREER4TNSOgO1H_tOeQl6fRx5o6PZ2-WmrFHkQpiOce306pVv0XgCbx_EDZAlpPJkcau1H00RsHEa-i1dG7Bb5wQxA0EuaC8uMAWq7ctOkn7Xfwp-W2SS-0_XEuLlcV539pixt7ithyPnMSS=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">May</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJOmxd4a938WexMyVUQIjKg241S_ZH_QFknzUGZGaU0deHKJgdnz160f5gArVT2coGDMpe7GxeH2Ezzw856NYBFzhbHArO8-PW4dXESaQ_5fbXk53lS-8A0tX4BGRuR3EKLt6rAUQpb_lT8Tsw2qUFbSUaqhbUC1MK6EonzR-Ywney_QKZhObxUXAZ=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJOmxd4a938WexMyVUQIjKg241S_ZH_QFknzUGZGaU0deHKJgdnz160f5gArVT2coGDMpe7GxeH2Ezzw856NYBFzhbHArO8-PW4dXESaQ_5fbXk53lS-8A0tX4BGRuR3EKLt6rAUQpb_lT8Tsw2qUFbSUaqhbUC1MK6EonzR-Ywney_QKZhObxUXAZ=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">June</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtGB8YLCOI18zGdcU07Nz5sDJec637fowCurp3UbSBxrqv3ukAjoc-3z8AO09pxgSErj9SiajSwOZEVLDhKVLMGaAEc4ARp0texJNx-TJb1NC7NQdqJW3eK6U3Kvfvm7BDwQZY6RT_XIOGei7HdpgUIGN811McNNZMU41_BuXS46Psgb6L_bi4r5jj=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtGB8YLCOI18zGdcU07Nz5sDJec637fowCurp3UbSBxrqv3ukAjoc-3z8AO09pxgSErj9SiajSwOZEVLDhKVLMGaAEc4ARp0texJNx-TJb1NC7NQdqJW3eK6U3Kvfvm7BDwQZY6RT_XIOGei7HdpgUIGN811McNNZMU41_BuXS46Psgb6L_bi4r5jj=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">July: the first of many smoky days</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_NShT-6dav372Xl2JC5iHi64s1hVhFpI-ApiDPl7zu1toEMQFfQM_dp8dI_0Hhm4XIEMe_osOWaaPyDTBcfG2V79a9cqb0GAOPAAHMKIiKNFum4Rwrw2ARB41XC0SYaK_R6PXceX5puYFsjgnGiqFXawjiaqHcWYR7m45wV-Xo8b6zkcASQ9ez-X5=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_NShT-6dav372Xl2JC5iHi64s1hVhFpI-ApiDPl7zu1toEMQFfQM_dp8dI_0Hhm4XIEMe_osOWaaPyDTBcfG2V79a9cqb0GAOPAAHMKIiKNFum4Rwrw2ARB41XC0SYaK_R6PXceX5puYFsjgnGiqFXawjiaqHcWYR7m45wV-Xo8b6zkcASQ9ez-X5=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">August: more smoke</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_DHkC5R9phKvMGku0WWsDacP5bKt4GIU7hJESsV9Rqi6jbLrZjkCH9GrQLCXSKnLe662_ZB2k4yRh5Gn7Hi77_s-adQNg1jALUCER_kVEBqI1KkBOH-eopvBpw3ieCv-z8P_TWiIs9ZsCFm3hP7gjtv5j1TmdrSYPwjKZ6MnFtPUI5x8_ftJn49bB=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_DHkC5R9phKvMGku0WWsDacP5bKt4GIU7hJESsV9Rqi6jbLrZjkCH9GrQLCXSKnLe662_ZB2k4yRh5Gn7Hi77_s-adQNg1jALUCER_kVEBqI1KkBOH-eopvBpw3ieCv-z8P_TWiIs9ZsCFm3hP7gjtv5j1TmdrSYPwjKZ6MnFtPUI5x8_ftJn49bB=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">September: most of the smoke is finally gone</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1jACAe5A9w6qPAum9R1PptMqFcoc0ssXnGEfcJwih7h5KlgTfssRTGgpBqxOtcj9maeMTNMvpPOirAVK7WHXFXBVPrDz-vejzeZZMpkyFRu6G92RMEjcBw8Y3NSKFgJKlOv5R4-qCWpQsfpAa2FWR4IKeueQRteY4yi0u7Yak3zsuakrucDPzwkjR=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1jACAe5A9w6qPAum9R1PptMqFcoc0ssXnGEfcJwih7h5KlgTfssRTGgpBqxOtcj9maeMTNMvpPOirAVK7WHXFXBVPrDz-vejzeZZMpkyFRu6G92RMEjcBw8Y3NSKFgJKlOv5R4-qCWpQsfpAa2FWR4IKeueQRteY4yi0u7Yak3zsuakrucDPzwkjR=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">October: but not all of it</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin: 10px auto 3px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLT2MqXcBEZFScH6CR-CkCtKhHNcZ4wfGFx0ljXZw1GwxEffSbI0YB7oD69MqruPnrbwhuKNSnYBw5XCN2oaSu89P4s97a-hlbe_03-Gy_HcsK32_Yhm7OaaXuxOtAXxW8_wei3SvTuRWcWqlU111nsvjMRcxNpARK1rFxIaDkNglAhZFlD1vLTdhB=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLT2MqXcBEZFScH6CR-CkCtKhHNcZ4wfGFx0ljXZw1GwxEffSbI0YB7oD69MqruPnrbwhuKNSnYBw5XCN2oaSu89P4s97a-hlbe_03-Gy_HcsK32_Yhm7OaaXuxOtAXxW8_wei3SvTuRWcWqlU111nsvjMRcxNpARK1rFxIaDkNglAhZFlD1vLTdhB=s500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">November</span></td></tr></tbody></table>
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Views from my front and back doors this morning. All told, there has been about 6" of snow, 5" shown in the photos.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Nevada, USA38.8026097 -116.41938910.492375863821152 -151.575639 67.112843536178843 -81.263139tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-45725260691364550842021-09-21T11:01:00.007-07:002021-12-14T10:49:40.758-08:00Color, minor geology<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4uxu_zc6L4/YUodMiQqS9I/AAAAAAAATAQ/dZaKk2hItjYZGfxKT10eFiMmgnKs3HWsgCPcBGAsYHg/s2048/20210921_103031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4uxu_zc6L4/YUodMiQqS9I/AAAAAAAATAQ/dZaKk2hItjYZGfxKT10eFiMmgnKs3HWsgCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210921_103031.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THe45uZmL0g/YUodMmiEWfI/AAAAAAAATAQ/zcga2qgOts4FYqgbW8IlHdm0tLX2Q_JwACPcBGAsYHg/s2048/20210921_103048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THe45uZmL0g/YUodMmiEWfI/AAAAAAAATAQ/zcga2qgOts4FYqgbW8IlHdm0tLX2Q_JwACPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210921_103048.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRBvgh3CRgw/YUodMtyRn6I/AAAAAAAATAQ/y3Um_s-s7_o3lqA5IbLqTpRcpKCnCANwQCPcBGAsYHg/s2048/20210921_103134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRBvgh3CRgw/YUodMtyRn6I/AAAAAAAATAQ/y3Um_s-s7_o3lqA5IbLqTpRcpKCnCANwQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210921_103134.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoafzEbIDBQ/YUodMiv0ntI/AAAAAAAATAQ/OSnauxGyxdYtloD87wAIWvL3kWffWwXIACPcBGAsYHg/s2048/20210921_103237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoafzEbIDBQ/YUodMiv0ntI/AAAAAAAATAQ/OSnauxGyxdYtloD87wAIWvL3kWffWwXIACPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210921_103237.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcMcen84thg/YUodMjIrg9I/AAAAAAAATAQ/geQdgCi07tgdyY6rA0CQKnteWGjrgJl9ACPcBGAsYHg/s2048/20210921_103530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcMcen84thg/YUodMjIrg9I/AAAAAAAATAQ/geQdgCi07tgdyY6rA0CQKnteWGjrgJl9ACPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210921_103530.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kus6Qq_yLvU/YUodMnkS8lI/AAAAAAAATAQ/OUkqnEBhZggSdCZIPL2HcziCzrPSLykhwCPcBGAsYHg/s2048/20210921_104202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kus6Qq_yLvU/YUodMnkS8lI/AAAAAAAATAQ/OUkqnEBhZggSdCZIPL2HcziCzrPSLykhwCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210921_104202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Geology: pencils for drafting cross-sections, hard hat and books, conglomerate.<p></p>Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Nevada, USA38.8026097 -116.41938910.492375863821152 -151.575639 67.112843536178843 -81.263139tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-45071653113220471652021-06-30T18:00:00.000-07:002021-12-14T10:50:39.971-08:00Dust Storm in Nevada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ReOoFaxDOA/YN0K-GxdV6I/AAAAAAAAS8Y/gyuBpb7o-WkcNZSOq_zqtj4PKXWwF6Y_QCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/20210630_072119.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ReOoFaxDOA/YN0K-GxdV6I/AAAAAAAAS8Y/gyuBpb7o-WkcNZSOq_zqtj4PKXWwF6Y_QCPcBGAYYCw/s500/20210630_072119.jpg" /></a></div>
When I got up this morning, I could barely see the nearby East Range and couldn't see the Eugene Mountains at all for all the thick dust. I eventually went out to get some coffee, and ended up searching for locations to get a few photos. The dust had cleared a little, though. The above shot shows the partly hidden East Range (and doesn't show the completely hidden Eugene Mountains). The closer part of the East Range is about 9 miles away; the Eugene Mountains are 24 miles away.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJc32htkTuQ/YN0K9l8CWhI/AAAAAAAAS8Q/Gsde9POR8rkk-28mtCwmoiHhiluKlxj4gCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/20210630_065031.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJc32htkTuQ/YN0K9l8CWhI/AAAAAAAAS8Q/Gsde9POR8rkk-28mtCwmoiHhiluKlxj4gCPcBGAYYCw/s500/20210630_065031.jpg" /></a></div>
Here's a shot looking more or less east toward the Sonoma Range, which at only 8 miles distance look pretty hazy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NotXGugTnIk/YN0K977U-2I/AAAAAAAAS8U/difrfeBVlmcOH2BXaRlBqmw5Tte93SbkQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/20210630_072229.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NotXGugTnIk/YN0K977U-2I/AAAAAAAAS8U/difrfeBVlmcOH2BXaRlBqmw5Tte93SbkQCPcBGAYYCw/s500/20210630_072229.jpg" /></a></div>
Off to the north, things weren't quite as hazy, although you can still see a white haze.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1msTqf5bgk8/YN0P4DmHBvI/AAAAAAAAS8g/MS0Lk9GzPAI9Auqw2HXg7loz8X70aAyyACLcBGAsYHQ/s780/GOES-West_PacificSouthwest_2021_06_30.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="771" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1msTqf5bgk8/YN0P4DmHBvI/AAAAAAAAS8g/MS0Lk9GzPAI9Auqw2HXg7loz8X70aAyyACLcBGAsYHQ/s500/GOES-West_PacificSouthwest_2021_06_30.jpg" /></a></div>
After getting coffee, I looked at the weather satellite photos for the Pacific Southwest, which clearly showed a large dust storm, probably a haboob, moving northward and eastward from the Fallon and Carson Sink area, beginning around 8:00pm last night, continuing as late as 11:00pm. By the time I remembered to grab a screen shot of the satellite photos, it was late this afternoon, so I couldn't capture the beginning.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylbb2ip7V7A/YN0P4ARvlQI/AAAAAAAAS8c/jkaPi60IkXMznMShfZexuEvtppPGRdqZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s780/GOES-West_PacificSouthwest_2021_06_30_mod.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="771" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylbb2ip7V7A/YN0P4ARvlQI/AAAAAAAAS8c/jkaPi60IkXMznMShfZexuEvtppPGRdqZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/GOES-West_PacificSouthwest_2021_06_30_mod.jpg" /></a></div>
These screen shots are from about 8:00pm PST last night. I've added the outline of the front of the dust plume in the second shot.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Nevada, USA38.8026097 -116.41938910.492375863821152 -151.575639 67.112843536178843 -81.263139tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-32237829407875635022021-06-06T11:12:00.003-07:002021-06-06T13:04:43.717-07:00Washoe Lake, Slide, Mt. Rose, and Lake Tahoe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oHfKw92WQY/YL0MzcrrGxI/AAAAAAAAS2o/Z4WIdxlrQJsMaLtK8bZ57DVFx6NGp5zLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/LT001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="1200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oHfKw92WQY/YL0MzcrrGxI/AAAAAAAAS2o/Z4WIdxlrQJsMaLtK8bZ57DVFx6NGp5zLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/LT001.jpg" /></a></div>
Just a quick shot taken from a plane a couple days ago, looking south from around 12,000 feet or so. We circled Lake Tahoe completely, finally coming into the Reno airport from the south—an approach I'm not sure I've been on in my several decades living in the area.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com4Mt Rose, Nevada, USA39.3437237 -119.917144812.37884639365295 -155.0733948 66.308601006347047 -84.760894800000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-70053803478127206492020-09-08T09:00:00.044-07:002020-09-08T09:00:00.134-07:00New Song Category: Gold or Mining Song | Seminole Wind<div align="center"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="281" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/W8sh9P3X33w" width="500"></iframe></div><a href="https://johnanderson.com/">John Anderson</a>: Seminole Wind (<a href="https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johnanderson/seminolewind.html">lyrics</a>)<div>Album: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seminole_Wind">Seminole Wind</a>, 1992</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm claiming a new song category: Gold Songs. And kind of like the Road Song category—songs that have to mention roads, streets, etcetera—gold songs are those that mention gold, gold mining, and possibly just mining in general. As a new category, at least on the blog, the definition has not yet been set in stone, so to speak. Another example of a "gold song" would be <i>Heart of Gold</i> by Neil Young.</div><div><br /></div><div>This particular gold song, Seminole Wind, specifically mentions "days of old" and men digging for gold and silver, after which they "leave the empty holes," i.e. mine shafts, glory holes, or open pits. The song particularly emphasizes a couple negative aspects of gold and mining, though it really focuses on a hope that the Seminole Wind, and possibly the ghost of Osceola, will come and blow currently existing things to shit. (At least that's my interpretation.)</div><div><br /></div><div>And so, when you happen to be gathering in places where the wind can blow ferociously—for example in Florida, in tornado country and the Midwest in general, in the Mojave Desert, and even in Nevada—watch out.</div>Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-51929439857478883682020-09-01T09:00:00.138-07:002020-09-01T09:00:01.678-07:00Northumberland via old Highway 8A<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0cuMnDSonk/Xy9FpmCdG4I/AAAAAAAASqo/Tlvgfjt55gk3R0GCzpWqV1Rnqhlq5o1DwCPcBGAsYHg/s1200/BM2NU_001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0cuMnDSonk/Xy9FpmCdG4I/AAAAAAAASqo/Tlvgfjt55gk3R0GCzpWqV1Rnqhlq5o1DwCPcBGAsYHg/w640-h360/BM2NU_001.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div>Before I get very far into this blog post, I have to say that the Blogger interface, with its recent "upgrade," now sucks due to sudden changes in the way the HTML works. First off, the code for each photo is different than it used to be, such that I have to go back to older posts to duplicate spacing at the top, bottom, and left margins. I mean, I guess if I was 100% prolific with HTML, I wouldn't have to do that, but every time they’ve done one of their upgrades, I’ve had to modify the way I enlarge the photos to the right size, and have to recreate or copy the HTML that controls the way my photos display—and quite frankly I do give a damn!</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to our trip. As I <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2020/08/well-its-been-so-long.html">mentioned earlier</a>, it was hot, so I didn't stop very often on my trip down old Highway 8A (now S.R. 305) from Battle Mountain to Highway 50 near Austin, en route to the Northumberland caldera. I did, however, make a point to stop at an old stone house along the Reese River—possibly the original Walters Ranch, though the USGS map shows the ranch down in the green valley closer to the river.
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The old place is holding together fairly well, though it looked a little more rundown than the last time I stopped.
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A closer view of the entry area, with quite a bit of carved graffiti.
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An old rusty stove sits in the ruins of the old stone house, below the caved-in roof and amidst the partly discombobulated walls (stove = dark patch in lower right of photo).
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The roof has slumped more than the last time I stopped, which might have been as long ago as 2012. The meadow beyond—the valley of the Reese River between the Ravenswood mountain range on the west and low hills that lie more or less between the Shoshone and Toiyabe Ranges on the east—is often quite green; here it's looking a tad dried out.</div><div><br /></div><div>At 12:29 pm, toward the end of my little stop, it was 96°F.</div><div>
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A little farther south I drove past the location where FMOH and I canoed meanders of the Reese River back in 2006. This time, the meanders were choked with dark green sedge and the river was too narrow for a canoe. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My
next stop was Austin, for gas. I prefer to be fully fueled when traveling the back roads of Nevada. After fueling up, it was up and over Austin Summit on Highway 50, then up to Bob Scott Summit, where I stopped briefly for a pit stop and to consider Bob Scott as a campsite. But no, I wanted to keep going. Scattered clouds hovered overhead, and a light sprinkle hit the windshield. At 1:20 pm the temp was 84°F.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Beyond Bob Scott, it was downhill to the turn off on old 8A (now S.R. 376) into Big Smoky Valley. I thought about <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/11/bowman-creek-camp.html">the old camp on Bowman Creek</a> as a possible camping location, but blew that off. I was shortly at the turnoff to Northumberland Canyon.
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I arrived at the western mouth to West Northumberland Canyon at about 2:30 pm and pulled off on a side road where I had a relatively elevated view of Big Smoky Valley and the Toiyabe Range beyond. A low area in the mountain range (just left of center in the photo above) marks the drainage basin of Kingston Creek. The tiny town of Kingston sits on Kingston Creek, right at the range front. Bunker Hill, the rounded peak right of the low spot, reaches 11,473 feet in elevation.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>* * * * *</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i>2:45pm:</i> It's now 92°F. I just walked a short ways up the dirt road behind the Jeep, thinking I'd check the road to the range front, but I gave that up for the heat. Instead, I'm sitting next to the Jeep in a lawn chair, enjoying the view. A few clouds overhead look threatening—possible T-storms. I won't cross the flash-flood prone Northumberland Canyon dry wash until...well, hopefully the clouds will dissipate. The crossing right now would be perfectly fine, but if the canyon floods, I'd be stranded on the other side. A long time ago, there was a road across Big Smoky Valley going back to 8A north of Kingston, providing a possible escape route if stranded; I have no idea if that road exists anymore.</div><div><p></p>There was a huge wipe out of a flash flood in West and East Northumberland Canyons back in 1979. Heavy barite ore from the small mine on the west side of Northumberland Pass was washed down canyon, as was a USFS truck. Fortunately no one was inside the truck.<p></p>Back in 1978, in the reddish hills across the dry wash of West Northumberland Canyon (behind the Jeep in the photo above, or somewhere in the low part of the reddish hills in the photo below) I left a standard Estwing rock hammer leaned against an outcrop of tuff as scale for a photo. I've looked for the hammer a couple times, both before and after the mega flash flood of 1979. I suppose it's part of the drainage, downstream somewhere. But who knows? Maybe it's still there, leaning against the outcrop.</div>
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The reddish brown <a href="http://geology.byu.edu/Home/sites/default/files/best_89_guidebook.pdf">tuff of Hoodoo Canyon, 31.4 Ma</a>, overlies whitish volcanic and volcaniclastic rocks that include Ts6, an air-fall tuff related to the tuff of Hoodoo Canyon, and Ts5, 4, and 3—and possibly Ts2 and 1—which are all intracaldera sediments deposited after the partial collapse of the ~32 Ma Northumberland caldera and before deposition of Ts6.</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>2:53 pm: </i>I've frequented this valley, these parts, since before 1978. In fact, the first time I camped in the area was up on Pete's Summit in 1976, after seeing the Ordovician graptolites in the Vinini Formation while on a grad school field trip. It's my country, I feel, and if I had a house up here on this pediment, I'd sit outside and stare at the basin, the way I did back in 1979-81 when the company put me up in a small cabin above Kingston. There's usually no no one around for miles, for at least ten to fifteen miles. The view is awesome.</div><div><o:p></o:p><div><p></p><i>
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It's 4:27 pm now,</i> and I've crossed the wash and moved to the site we used to call the Hot Spot, so named for it's anomalous gamma radiation and U3O8 minerals. From the camp I've chosen, I can look northwest toward Kingston Canyon, east into Hoodoo Canyon, and south toward Northumberland Canyon. The wind is coming in from the northwest, and it's 91° F in my little camp. It's five hours to sunset according to <a href="https://lifehacker.com/estimate-the-time-of-sunset-with-your-hand-5932126">the hand method</a>, though at five hours away, the method is grossly inaccurate.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>4:51 pm:</i> I'm cracking an All Day IPA. Until the sun is lower, I won't set up camp more than I have already, which is only to remove the ice boxes, the water cooler, and folding chair. I'm somewhat low on ice, and the beer isn't the coldest beer in the world, but it's refreshing. And now the sun has come out from behind those formerly threatening clouds, so I've moved into the shade of the Jeep. A tree would be nice!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>* * * * *</b></div><div>
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As the sun got lower, I drank my cool beers and had a minimalist dinner of chips and dip. The sun finally went behind the clouds hovering over the Toiyabe Range. I watched the sunset colors change, took many photos, marveled at the yellow-orange crepuscular rays, took more photos, and basked in the quietude of the area.
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It's been a long time—almost a year—since my <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2019/08/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">last real post</a>, the <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/p/road-songs.html">actual last post</a> being <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2020/07/road-song-tucson-arizona.html">a road song</a> with brief blurb. And even though it's been a year, I haven't really started what would be the last in a series of posts reporting on a trip from Winnemucca to northeastern California, with geology and other points of interest along the route. It's been hard getting to that last post and to a few side posts along the route that would be possible if I would just maintain a bit of focus. And the stumbling block is basically that I'm not traveling that way anymore, at least not routinely: I don't live at that end of the road. Yeah, "<a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=site:highway8a.blogspot.com+%22update+from+the+lake%22&rlz=1C1CHWA_enUS585US585&sxsrf=ALeKk0382wCsJftW6qHgmPDjO0PLdbJaxQ:1596234173484&ei=vZkkX6OPHbzN0PEPy8WqwAg&start=0&sa=N&ved=2ahUKEwjj4Y3Xw_jqAhW8JjQIHcuiCog4ChDy0wN6BAgLEC0&biw=1396&bih=657">the lake</a>" is a thing of the past (which is really sad, especially given the exceptional heat that the summer of 2020 has brought to the northern Nevada area where I currently live).<br />
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Anyway, that's a roundabout way of getting around to saying...it's been a long time since I visited the Northumberland caldera in central Nevada. The current isolation of living by myself, social distancing to the extent of hardly seeing anyone who doesn't happen to be in line behind me at the supermarket, and WFH—which I've been able to do so far for exactly two months since leaving "the field" of northeastern Nevada—was starting to drive me nuts, as it does periodically, and I wanted to get away.<br />
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Unfortunately, it's been very hot here in northern Nevada (and elsewhere in Nevada, and in many other parts of the west), so though I contemplated going on a brief camping trip, it seemed too hot for that (did I mention the heat?), and the upper campground at Wheeler Peak is closed for renovations (I consider the lower camps to be both too hot and too crowded). So, with the highest, coolest camp in Nevada out of the question, I opted for a central Nevada area that I've been familiar with since 1978: the Northumberland caldera.<br />
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Yeah I thought, maybe I'll camp in the highlands, up in the piñon-juniper, but I was unsure of any specific places up there so was sure I'd opt for the more familiar lowlands. Eventually, after much dithering accompanied by equally much grousing about the heat and why it's not a great time to go camping, all the while and nevertheless preparing, then reverting to no it's too hot, then more prepping, then etcetera, off I went.<br />
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The trip was a reprise of many, and because of the heat (the highs were around 100°F) I made few stops on my way out to an old drill site atop a location in the northern part of the caldera that we at NEC (Northern Exploration Company) called "The Hot Spot."<br />
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The Hot Spot (photo above) is a fairly small mound-like outcrop of welded ash-flow tuff (<a href="http://westerncordillera.com/tuff_of_hoodoo_canyon.htm">tuff of Hoodoo Canyon</a>) mineralized with carnotite replacing feldspar sites. At least I think it's carnotite. Maybe it's autunite. That mineralogic tidbit is somewhat blurred by time. I didn't break a single rock out there this time, so didn't check the uranium mineralogy. I did, however, collect a couple nice hand samples of Ts2 and Ts3, formations within the intracaldera sedimentary package.<br />
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Anyway, I ended up at the Hot Spot, spent an overly heated night camping in the back of the Jeep, and then I returned via a slightly different route the next day, a partial reprise of trips made in the region as recently as 2012, a time which seems almost as long ago as those first days in 1978.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com5West Northumberland Canyon, Nevada39.0177069 -116.948138913.4956724 -158.2567329 64.5397414 -75.6395449tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-45378849772437800922020-07-04T09:00:00.000-07:002020-07-31T15:12:30.771-07:00Road Song: Tucson, Arizona<div align="center"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="353" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Al11089xFVk" width="500"></iframe></div><br />
<a href="https://www.danfogelberg.com/">Dan Fogelberg</a>: Tucson, Arizona (<a href="https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/danfogelberg/tucsonarizonagazette.html">lyrics</a>)<br />
Album: <a href="https://www.danfogelberg.com/windows-and-walls">Windows and Walls</a>, 1984<br />
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It's been awhile, I know. This is a pretty dark road song, possibly fitting our current times (cw).Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com2Arizona, USA34.0489281 -111.093731127.3307066 -121.4208796 40.767149599999996 -100.76658259999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-60243106558987780112019-08-06T09:00:00.000-07:002019-08-06T09:00:03.457-07:00Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;">
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And now we’ll say goodbye to the Smoke Creek Desert, which we saw on <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2019/03/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">the last leg of this cross-country journey</a>, and make our way south for a very short distance, where we’ll turn off the road skirting the entire west side of the desert, and head west up Smoke Creek. Photos you’ll see in this blog post are from three different trips taken between the Smoke Creek Desert and Highway 395 during May through August of 2006, 2014, and 2015. Which means that although we’re returning to my June 15, 2018 trip from Winnemucca to Susanville, which began <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/07/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">here</a>,I didn’t take any photos during this section of the 2018 trip.<br />
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Immediately upon leaving the great tufa mounds of the last post, we come to a hill with a view of distant trees that are growing along lower Smoke Creek. The sign indicates our upcoming turn onto the Smoke Creek Road. The smaller, hand-painted white sign says “Smoke Creek Road,” so we know we’re on the right track. (Photo: 17May2014.)<br />
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On the left side of the road, just as we turn right, a bullet-ridden sign points south toward Sutcliffe, a small town on the west side of Pyramid Lake several miles beyond our turn. This will be our last view of the Smoke Creek playa and the Fox Range to the east. (Photo: 14Jun2006.)<br />
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We’re now heading about due west toward the valley of Smoke Creek. In this area, a lot of the creeks and canyons are named on USGS topo maps, but very few of the hills are. As an example, the highest point on the volcanic-covered hills above is merely marked with an X and the elevation 6186 feet, along with a small triangle for a survey point with the name Smoke. (Photo: 17May2014.)<br />
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The basaltic hills, and the sagebrush in the foreground, were fairly green in mid-June of 2006. The buff-colored hills are underlain by Lake Lahontan lake deposits, possibly the Sehoo Formation, which are inset into the older, Miocene basalts. (Photo: 14Jun2006.)<br />
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We’re about to round the bend and drop in the valley of Smoke Creek. (Photo: 17May2014.)<br />
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Here you can possibly get a better idea of the younger lake sediments being inset into the canyon, such that although the buff-colored deposits are lower in elevation than the reddish brown basalt flows, they are not underlying them in a stratigraphic sense. This hill also shows the first example of Lake Lahontan tufa plastered on basalt (pale brown tufa on dark brown basalt in the upper left part of the photo). (Photo: 17May2014.)<br />
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The older sediments that underlie the basalt have been baked to a bright red color in this view not far up the canyon. (Photo: 14Jun2006.)<br />
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And there’s more! A large mass of light brownish tufa sits atop vaguely spheroidally weathering dark brown basalt. For locations of these photos, check out the map linked near the end of the post. (This and next photos from 15Aug2015.)<br />
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Less than a half mile from the sharp turn near the west end of the canyon, we come upon the “Cave in Smoke Creek Canyon,” which is along the Nobles Trail section of the California Trail.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">“There is a cave ... in this canon, the entrance of which will admit a man on horseback several of the company having entered on horseback but I do not think that they saw much for it was dark as pitch in the cave” – Mary C. Fish, Sep 7 1860</span></blockquote>
The signs along the various trails are maintained by <a href="https://emigranttrailswest.org/">Trails West</a>. A photo tour of the trail can be found on their website <a href="https://emigranttrailswest.org/virtual-tour/nobles-trail/">here</a>.<br />
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Our first view of the mouth of the cave, as seen when coming in from the east.<br />
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A closer view.</div>
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The cave with wild roses in bloom. (This and next photos from 17May2014.)</div>
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The cave has plenty of room overhead, and people obviously camp within. The roof is darkened by soot from many fires over the many years.<br />
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Across the creek from the cave, I spotted a cinnamon teal</div>
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/01/name-that-place.html">Name That Place</a> (2008)Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Smoke Creek, NV, USA40.5127610890564 -119.889193066288940.5120065890564 -119.8904535662889 40.5135155890564 -119.8879325662889tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-60702224295101564662019-03-26T09:00:00.000-07:002019-03-26T09:00:10.891-07:00Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part 3<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Well, here we are again, <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/07/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">traveling from Winnemucca, NV, to Highway 395 north of Susanville, CA</a>, and we’ve just made it to the west end of the Jungo Road where it intersects with NV S.R. 447 (formerly S.R. 34) just south of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerlach,_Nevada">Gerlach</a>. You’ve probably noticed that I haven't been blogging much recently. I'm not really sure why. Sometimes the work I do takes the writing right out of me, partly because I do enough writing many days that I'm totally done with that by the end of the day; also, I don't really have much time after work before I have to do dinner, then get ready for bed—at least if I want to get enough sleep, which I do want (I don't always succeed). Another thing contributing to the recent spate of sparse blogging—besides taking care of personal things that have been taking a lot out of my energy during my days off—is that my writing effort during the fall and winter months has been going toward writing bits of fiction (a novel?), which I've been working on intermittently during the last two years.<br />
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Anyway, all of that—work, trying to get enough sleep, personal issues, and writing fictional to non-fictional stories—has placed blogging low on the list.<br />
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Now I'll upload the photos for this post, and we'll go from there. Just like a real journey, we’ll see how far we get!<br />
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At <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/11/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">the end of the last post</a>, we'd driven quickly through Gerlach and had reached the northwest side of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoke_Creek_Desert">Smoke Creek Desert</a>. I hadn't taken any photos while zipping through Gerlach, but I often stop, and I've even stayed overnight at least twice. So let's backtrack before moving on.<br />
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Gerlach is a small town that brags of several mottoes, including "Center of the Known Universe," "Where the Pavement Ends and the West Begins" and "The Time That Town Forgot." More can be seen on the town sign, above, or in <a href="https://www.newspapers.com/clip/16734864/reno_gazettejournal/">this nicely enlarged version of the sign</a> by the <a href="https://www.rgj.com/news/">RGJ</a>. As indicated by the sign, Gerlach is technically pronounced Grr-lack rather than the Grr-lock one hears so commonly these days. I shot these photos of Gerlach on a trip that FMOH and I took back in the spring of 2014. Like the June, 2018, trip that we—you and I—are reprising, he and I had just come into town from Winnemucca on the Jungo Road. We were bringing the motorcycle back from Nevada, mirroring <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/dust-and-deflation.html">this trip</a> taking it out to Nevada.<br />
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While in town, we did the usual thing of stopping to eat at Bruno's Country Club, probably getting <a href="https://www.zmenu.com/brunos-country-club-gerlach-online-menu/">Bruno's Famous Homemade Ravioli</a>. By 2014, Bruno was no longer making his ravs personally, so I don't think they were quite as authentic, nor were they quite as good.<br />
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Unlike many trips, this time we stopped at the bar for a couple beers; we weren't driving on that afternoon or evening, but were, rather, staying at Bruno's Motel. Bruno Selmi, the Basque owner of the cafe, bar, motel, and only gas station in town, <a href="https://www.rgj.com/story/life/arts/burning-man/2017/05/14/bruno-selmi-owner-brunos-gerlach-dies-94/321293001/">died in May of 2017</a>—he can be seen in the photo above the bar (the older man on the right).<br />
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After checking in to our room at the motel—and after duly going back to the bar to get a second room when the first smelled either of gas or dead mouse—we wandered out onto the far western edge of the Black Rock Desert, where we had a view somewhat atypical of most views of the desert. This section of the Black Rock is a section you don’t want to drive into: it’s usually muddy, and it’s very possible that you’ll get stuck. The getting stuck part typically happens at night when an unsuspecting traveler, one who is already out on the desert somewhere to the east, decides to get off the desert—and instead of driving to the usual take-out spot north of town, sets their sights on the lights of Gerlach and makes a beeline for town. The next thing our unsuspecting—or willfully ignorant—traveler knows, they are stuck, possibly axle deep, in the mud at the west end of the main section of the Black Rock Desert. Fortunately for them, they aren’t far from Bruno’s gas station. Maybe someone will risk a vehicle to come and pull them out!<br />
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It’s possible one could wend their way through the merely salty white section of desert to the pavement on the east edge of Gerlach, at least in the drier years, but I don’t recommend trying it. I personally know at least one person who tried this one night back in the 1980s; the getting stuck was epic.<br />
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The next morning after breakfast, FMOH and I headed west.<br />
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Now let’s get back to my June 2018 trip, which I was taking all by myself (cue pint-sized pity party). I had just made it to <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/11/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">the northwest side of the Smoke Creek Desert</a> and had taken the photo seen earlier and in my last post.<br />
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A ways farther down the west side of the Smoke Creek Desert, I pulled over for a quick examination of some tufa. There are many spots to see tufa domes, mounds, and hills along the west side of the Smoke Creek Desert; this mound, Hill 4081, was a new one to me.<br />
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I climbed up through the <a href="https://plants.usda.gov/plantguide/pdf/pg_brte.pdf">cheatgrass</a> and scattered tansy-mustard tumbleweed and looked around. Here we’re looking off to the northeast, more or less back toward the Junction of C.R. 447 and the Smoke Creek Desert Road. The <a href="http://www.blackrockdesert.org/wiki/index.php/Granite_Range">Granite Range</a>, unsurprisingly underlain by granite, rises steeply beyond the distant Smoke Creek Desert playa. The foreground is green because...water. It’s a wet part of the basin, possibly because of the entry of perennial Smoke Creek into the desert just south of where we’re standing. It’s also more elevated than the playa, and covered with grass (at least cheat grass) and various scrub.<br />
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I love tufa mounds, so I stood looking around for a few minutes, taking lots of photos. This photo looks off more to the north. The distant bluish hills just right of the tufa dome are part of the <a href="https://www.peakbagger.com/range.aspx?rid=133024">Buffalo Hills</a>, which are underlain by a pile of volcanic rocks.<br />
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More tufa! More volcanic rocks! The hills in shadow between the tufa masses are some volcanic flows forming the eastern foothills of <a href="https://www.peakbagger.com/peak.aspx?pid=56132">Burro Mountain</a>.<br />
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From this point on Hill 4081, I got back on the Smoke Creek Desert Road, went south a short distance, and then turned west on what Washoe County considers the continuation of the Smoke Creek Desert Road, and what Google Maps refers to as the Smoke Creek Road: a dirt road that heads west up Smoke Creek.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #330099; font-size: 130%;">Related Posts:</span></strong><br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/11/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part 2</a><br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/07/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part 1</a><br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/06/things-you-find-in-field-sulfur-at.html">Things You Find in the Field: Sulfur at Sulphur</a><br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/11/blue-mountain.html">Blue Mountain</a> (2012)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/08/pulpit-rock.html">Pulpit Rock</a> (2012)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/08/smoke-in-black-rock-smoke-creek-deserts.html">Smoke in the Black Rock & Smoke Creek Deserts</a> (2102)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-in-west-black-rock-desert.html">Where in the West: Black Rock Desert</a> (2008)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-in-west-june-second-look.html">Where in the West - June: A Second Look</a> (2008)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-in-west-june.html">Where in the West - June</a> (2008)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/01/name-that-place.html">Name That Place</a> (2008)Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com6Smoke Creek Desert, Nevada40.4890693 -119.7307546000000114.967034799999997 -161.0393486 66.0111038 -78.422160600000012tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-77288647650490266632018-11-20T09:00:00.000-08:002019-05-21T15:56:10.082-07:00Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part 2Well, it’s taken me awhile to get back to this road trip—for various reasons, including work schedules and personal things—but I’m going to give it a try again. Part 1 was the July 14th post, <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/07/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part 1</a>. Part 2, as far as distance down the road goes, was actually an earlier post about Sulphur, <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/06/things-you-find-in-field-sulfur-at.html">Things You Find in the Field: Sulfur at Sulphur</a>, on June 19th. Also see a little about the spot we ended last time, <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/08/pulpit-rock.html">Pulpit Rock</a>, though I don’t have much on the geology of that geographic landmark.<br />
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And I guess I should really pool some photos of mine taken of and near Hycroft’s gold mine sometime, but that would take a little more effort than I have time & energy for right this moment, so we’ll skirt past Hycroft, unless you’d like to stop at Sulphur briefly and look back, which we did on June 19th.<br />
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Anyway, we’ll proceed westward. The road we’re on, the Jungo Road, would have been largely under water during the high stand of Lake Lahontan, which was in Sehoo time about 13,000 years ago. Consequently, there are several good spots along this stretch of road to see old Lake Lahontan shorelines, including the highest shoreline. <br />
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And here’s one such spot. The road goes just north of an elongate, somewhat oval hill with two rocky basalt knobs that would have been two small islands when the Sehoo lake was at it’s highest. The dark, rocky horizontal lines are some of the higher old shorelines.<br />
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Here’s a closer view. All of the upper, rocky portion of this knob was an island during the Lake Lahontan high stand. The break in slope, where the hill goes from bushy to rocky, is at about 1334 m (4377 ft). But wait, what do I see?<br />
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When I zoomed way in, I could see that the back side of this knob (the east side) is formed of the tops of columns! And the rubble or talus at the base of the knob consists of broken columns! Read more about columnar jointing <a href="https://blogs.agu.org/georneys/2012/11/18/geology-word-of-the-week-c-is-for-columnar-jointing/">here</a> at Evelyn Mervine's blog, Georneys.<br />
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After crossing the spit coming northward off the elongate, dual-knobbed hill, we get a nice sideview of both knobs, looking south. The far knob, which has the highest elevation, and which we can call Hill 1362 because it's labeled as such on the USGS topo map (the hill is 1362 m high), exposes some nice basalt columns, slightly tilted. And shorelines. The entire hill is encircled by shorelines. The tops of both of these knobs stuck up out of the highest stand of Lake Lahontan, which was at about 1334 m (4377 ft) <a href="https://www.researchgate.net/publication/240670908_Isostatic_rebound_active_faulting_and_potential_geomorphic_effects_in_the_Lake_Lahontan_basin_Nevada_and_California">in this area</a>.<br />
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Driving onward...<br />
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...here’s what the elongate hill of two knobs looks like looking back to the east from a little farther down the Jungo Road. Perhaps much of the talus is composed of chunks of basalt columns. Next time I’ll stop and check.<br />
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These photos of basalt and shorelines were taken on various trips I’ve taken on the Jungo Road. The first three are from 5/24/2017; the next, a browner, dryer picture, was taken 8/3/2012 in high summer; the last was taken 6/14/2006.<br />
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We'll continue farther, on our mid-June, 2018, journey. About 2½ miles closer to Gerlach, I stopped and grabbed this photo of the Black Rock Desert, the playa shining in the sun. The hills on the left of the photo are low hills belonging to <a href="http://www.peakbagger.com/peak.aspx?pid=-45433">Pahsupp Mountain</a>; the mountains in the farest distance are the main part of the <a href="http://www.peakbagger.com/range.aspx?rid=133040">Granite Range</a>, which runs northward out of Gerlach.<br />
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Numerous views can be had of the Black Rock Desert from Sulphur to Gerlach. Light and shadow change with the seasons and with the passing of clouds. Sometimes the playa is brightly lit, other times it’s in shadow, with the mountains around it glowing in sunlight. There are a few notable places to stop along the road, one being Trego Hot Springs and another being the Frog Pond (although it’s usually posted No Trespassing and the gate is usually locked).<br />
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On this trip, I hurried past those spots and others, and declined to drive out onto the playa, as it looked like it might still be a little muddy from winter. Nearer to Gerlach, I pulled off on the side of the road, mostly for a pit stop, and also to see if I could find some Prince’s Plume. Alas, it was past the best blooming date.<br />
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Not finding any Prince's Plume, I realized this was an excellent spot to take a photo looking more or less to the northeast, across the railroad tracks and across the desert toward the playa arm going up toward Soldier Meadow. The pinkish Calico Mountains are mostly in the sun just left of center, and the southern part of the Black Rock Range is mostly in shadow way over to the right.<br />
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After a moment, I noticed a nearby lizard, who kindly didn’t run off while I took this photo.<br />
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I’m a little surprised I saw it, camouflaged as it was amidst the patchy desert pavement.<br />
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It was already getting late by this time—well, it was 2:30 pm, anyway—and I had miles and miles to go, so I drove through Gerlach without stopping, but only after doing a gas mileage calculation to make sure I would get to the next gas station, which would be almost 91 miles down the road, across another desert, up a creek, over a mountain, and down the other side.<br />
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Nearly an hour later, after passing through Gerlach without stopping for ravioli or anything else, I made it to the northwest side of the Smoke Creek Desert and stopped to see if there was still any water in the playa. There had been quite a bit in the spring of 2017, just a little more than a year before this trek. Straining my eyes to see, I decided there wasn't any water, but I took this photo, thinking maybe I'd spot some water later. The desert does look little shiny near the center of the photo, in front of <a href="http://www.peakbagger.com/peak.aspx?pid=3357">Pah-Rum Peak</a> and a ridge of the <a href="http://www.peakbagger.com/range.aspx?rid=133075">Fox Range</a>, but probably that’s just mirage. Toward the right of the photo, the playa is darkened by cloud shadows.<br />
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Not much farther down the west side of the Smoke Creek, I pulled over for a quick examination of some tufa.<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2019/03/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">To be continued...</a><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #330099; font-size: 130%;">Selected Reference:</span></strong><br />
Adams, K.D., Wesnousky, S.G., and Bills, B.G, 1999, <a href="https://www.researchgate.net/publication/240670908_Isostatic_rebound_active_faulting_and_potential_geomorphic_effects_in_the_Lake_Lahontan_basin_Nevada_and_California">Isostatic rebound, active faulting, and potential geomorphic effects in the Lake Lahontan basin, Nevada and California</a> [link to access pdf]: GSA Bulletin, v. 111, no. 12, p. 1739-1756. <a href="https://doi.org/10.1130/0016-7606(1999)111%3C1739:IRAFAP%3E2.3.CO;2">https://doi.org/10.1130/0016-7606(1999)111<1739:IRAFAP>2.3.CO;2</a><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #330099; font-size: 130%;">Related Posts:</span></strong><br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/07/winnemucca-to-hwy-395-north-of.html">Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part 1</a><br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/11/blue-mountain.html">Blue Mountain</a> (2012)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/08/pulpit-rock.html">Pulpit Rock</a> (2012)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/06/things-you-find-in-field-sulfur-at.html">Things You Find in the Field: Sulfur at Sulphur</a><br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/08/smoke-in-black-rock-smoke-creek-deserts.html">Smoke in the Black Rock & Smoke Creek Deserts</a> (2102)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-in-west-black-rock-desert.html">Where in the West: Black Rock Desert</a> (2008)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-in-west-june-second-look.html">Where in the West - June: A Second Look</a> (2008)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-in-west-june.html">Where in the West - June</a> (2008)<br />
<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/01/name-that-place.html">Name That Place</a> (Gerlach, 2008)Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Black Rock Desert, Nevada, USA40.910733 -119.056010215.3886985 -160.3646042 66.4327675 -77.7474162tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-28868194147565859172018-10-30T09:00:00.000-07:002018-10-30T18:27:35.233-07:00Road Song: The Sound of Silence<div align="center">
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<a href="http://www.disturbed1.com/#">Disturbed</a>: The Sound of Silence (<a href="https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/disturbed/thesoundofsilence.html">lyrics</a>)<br />
Album: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immortalized_(Disturbed_album)">Immortalized</a>, 2015<br />
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This is a road song in that it mentions streets. It's an oldie to me, one that was appropriate when it first came out, and one which is appropriate now. I'm not sure I can say more about it, other than...listen.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-50741863353495637372018-10-24T09:00:00.000-07:002018-10-24T09:00:05.590-07:00One Year Ago Today: Some Talus Up Close, a Lake in the Humboldt Sink, and Bonus Fall Colors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: center;">
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It was a fall day, and while driving out to my field site near Winnemucca I stopped for a hike. I got up high enough to see the water in the Humboldt Sink quite clearly (although way off in the distance), and I clambered over piles of talus. The tallish cheatgrass and possibly an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ephedra_nevadensis">ephedra bush</a> are showing their fall colors, though the cheatgrass takes on this straw yellow color by mid June, and keeps showing it until it regenerates itself from seed sometime in the spring.<br />
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And here I am, on top of part of the talus, with a great deal of foreshortening going on so the hill seems nearly flat, and the nicely filled but not overflowing Humboldt Sink is in the background. My Jeep can be seen as a vague dot between talus and lake about half way between the center and right of the photo and not far above the vertical center. Water in the desert is always a precious thing, and it's always something worth stopping for.<br />
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Somewhat unrelated: I stopped along the Truckee River before making it to that rocky perch above the Humboldt Sink and took a few photos of bright yellow leaves.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Humboldt Sink, Nevada, USA39.9726887 -118.6073713000000114.450654199999999 -159.9159653 65.4947232 -77.298777300000012tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-17963376182289918862018-08-07T09:10:00.000-07:002018-08-07T09:10:25.576-07:00Roberts Mountains Viewed with and without Smoke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;">
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These photo pairs of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roberts_Mountains">Roberts Mountains</a> were taken in early May and early August from not quite identical points along the Tonkin road in what amounts to the southern part of Pine Valley in north-central Nevada.<br />
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<a href="http://www.peakbagger.com/peak.aspx?pid=3485">Roberts Creek Mountain</a> is the highest peak in the first photo pair.<br />
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The rocky foreridge in the second photo pair is underlain by the Ordovician <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2010/01/eureka-quartzite-at-lone-mountain.html">Eureka Quartzite</a>, with various Ordovician through Devonian carbonate formations above the quartzite and various Cambrian through Ordovician formations below it.<br />
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Yeah, it was quite smoky when I drove through last week — and probably still is — with this particular batch of smoke coming primarily from the Ferguson fire in Yosemite.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12px;">Photos taken 1May2018 and 4Aug2018.</span>Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Roberts Mountains, Nevada39.842701 -116.34951619999998-7.1144365000000036 161.03329630000002 86.799838499999993 -33.732328699999982tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-26778457631716231722018-07-24T09:00:00.000-07:002019-06-15T09:25:09.841-07:00Winnemucca to Hwy 395 north of Susanville, Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;">
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We began our northern Nevada road trip about a month ago at <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2018/06/things-you-find-in-field-sulfur-at.html">this blog post</a> about Sulphur, Nevada, a real ghost town located more or less a third of the way along our route. To continue with the trip, we’ll take a step back for a re-start in Winnemucca (<a href="https://thegriddle.com/">The Griddle</a>, above is a good place to stop for breakfast or lunch), though we could just as easily start somewhere to the east, say Elko, although the trip then would become longer. Our goal will be to make it, eventually, to the NV-CA state line west of the Smoke Creek Desert, and from there to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Route_395_in_California">U.S. Route 395</a> north of Susanville. We'll get to 395 by way of a fairly obscure dirt road that will take us from the Smoke Creek Desert in Nevada to a nearly non-place called <a href="https://geonames.usgs.gov/apex/f?p=gnispq:3:0::NO::P3_FID:1660102">Viewland</a>, CA. See my Google Maps plot of this route, along with photo locations and other points of interest along the way. I'll add points to the map as our trip progresses.<br />
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The Jungo Road (Nevada S.R. 49 and 48) will be our gateway to the Black Rock Desert and points west, and to get on the Jungo Road we'll take U.S. Route 95 north out of the center of Winnemucca a very short distance, where we'll turn left onto the Jungo Road almost immediately after crossing the Humboldt River. Right at the Winnemucca convention center, essentially our starting point, you’ll note a sign stating that the road north (U.S. 95) is part of the Winnemucca-to-the-Sea Highway.<br />
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If you're inclined to travel northward instead of westward, have a look at my <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-oregon-trip-series.html">2010 Oregon Trip Series</a>, a series dedicated to road tripping over a portion of the Winnemucca-to-the-Sea Highway and other roads as well.<br />
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Lo and behond, the Jungo Road starts out paved as it leaves Winnemucca. That’s <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/11/blue-mountain.html">Blue Mountain</a> nearly straight down the road.<br />
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At this point, just about 6 miles into our journey, we get a good view of Little Tabletop Mountain, which is a basalt-capped mesa south of the road. MOH and I used to call these hills “The Pancakes.” From the south side, they look a little like a tilted stack of pancakes.<br />
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"The Pancakes" from the south, as seen in Google Earth.</div>
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It’s difficult to get a photo of these hills when driving 80 mph on I-80, unless you happen to be sitting in the left passenger backseat, so I resorted to a G.E. view.<br />
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Before long, the paved portion of the Jungo Road ends; it becomes a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnesium_chloride">magnesium-chloride treated</a> road...a magged road. I figured the magged road condition would extend all the way out to the Hycroft gold mine, but I forgot that they are not operating with a large crew like they were a few years ago when the mine was active. Hycroft is still running their heap-leach operation while testing the feasibility of operating a sulfide leach pad, but the large crews are a thing of the past, at least for now (see <a href="http://www.alliednevada.com/wp-content/uploads/01-10-18-Hycroft-Corporate-Update.pdf">Hycroft’s January 10th press release [pdf]</a> for more about sulfide leach testing).<br />
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Here we are at the same locality as the previous photo, about 9 miles west of Winnemucca, looking back towards Winnemucca and the Sonoma Range.<br />
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The magged part of the Jungo Road currently ends at the turnoff to the Blue Mountain geothermal field, aka <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Mountain_Faulkner_1_Geothermal_Power_Plant">Blue Mountain Faulkner 1</a>, which is just on the west side of Blue Mountain. Magging prevents dust, so the road is dusty to the west. One good thing about dust: you have a better chance of seeing that someone is heading toward you. A bad thing about dust: breathing it, of course. Magged roads have one particular disadvantage: they are very slippery when wet, almost like driving on greased snot!<br />
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Although the sign at the turnoff to the geothermal field says "NGP Blue Mountain 1 LLC," the power plant is now owned by <a href="http://altarockenergy.com/">AltaRock</a> (or not - UPDATE 15June2019). The field was discovered during gold exploration conducted in the 1980s or 90s.<br />
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I often stop on a small-looking playa near Jungo—it seems to be a good spot for a pit stop, being about 1 coffee from Winnemucca, and when it’s hot, which it was on June 15th when these photos were taken, it’s definitely time for more hydration. It turns out that this playa is the southern part of the larger Desert Valley playa, which extends 46 miles north-northeast from about 6 miles south of Jungo, all the way to the Quinn River about half way between Winnemucca and Denio. Desert Valley is the 10-mile-wide basin between the Jackson Mountains on the west and the Slumbering Hills (a mountain range) on the east. The <a href="https://mrdata.usgs.gov/mrds/show-mrds.php?dep_id=10310319">Sleeper gold mine</a> was named for it's location in the Slumbering Hills (and also because it was a "sleeper?").<br />
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Here we are coming into Jungo, which is a railroad siding located at or near the junction of the Jungo Road with the Bottle Creek Road, which heads up toward the <a href="http://www.forgottennevada.org/sites/bottle.html">Bottle Creek mining district</a> and the main part of Desert Valley. The well-bedded rocks in the hills ahead of us—a northward continuation of the Antelope Range or a southern part of the Jackson Mountains—are part of the Jungo Terrane, a thick pile of turbiditic shales with sandstone and limestone interbeds that were deposited in Late Triassic to Early or Middle Jurassic time (<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/NV-s-metal-bearing-chap-4-p/of1996-02-04.htm">Luddington et al, 1996</a> and <a href="https://pubs.usgs.gov/ds/2007/249/">Crafford, 2007</a>).<br />
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Not recognizing in the moment the exact location of Jungo, I took a photo of the junction with the dirt road that comes up with Imlay. If you happen to start this trek in Imlay, you'll cross the Humboldt River just above Rye Patch Reservoir, and you'll pass by Haystack Butte, a geographic marker that can be seen from the <a href="https://emigranttrailswest.org/virtual-tour/applegate-trail/">Applegate Trail</a>.<br />
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I don’t do it often, but on this trip I went ahead and took a couple photos of two of the old mining cabins at Mandalay Spring. I’m not sure why these shacks are present (besides the spring) or what era they date from. I’ve been inside at least one of them—for some reason the entire enterprise struck me as depressing (maybe it was the peeling wallpaper or strings of disintegrating clothes; maybe it was just me).<br />
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This cabin is located a little closer to the spring and at about the same elevation; whereas the first cabin sits up above overlooking the spring.<br />
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I took this photo at one of the first spots to pull over and get a good look at the Black Rock Desert, which on this day was partly obscured by summer haze. Black Rock Point, for which the desert was named, is a small, dark hill just to the left of the road as it points off toward the vast playa; a closer view of the point can be seen <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-in-west-black-rock-desert.html">here</a>. The little hill in the foreground is part of a Pleistocene Lake Lahontan shoreline. There was another obvious shoreline just 200 m east of this smaller one.<br />
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We'll end this part of our trek at <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/08/pulpit-rock.html">Pulpit Rock</a>.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #330099; font-size: 130%;">Selected References:</span></strong><br />
Crafford, A.E.J., 2007, Geologic Map of Nevada: U.S. Geological Survey Data Series 249, 1 CD-ROM, 46 p., 1 plate.<br />
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Ludington, Steve, McKee, E.H., Cox, D.P., Moring, B.C., and Leonard, K.R., 1996, Pre-Tertiary geology of Nevada, Chapter 4 in Singer, D.A., ed., An analysis of Nevada's metal-bearing mineral resources: Nevada Bureau of Mines and Geology Open-File Report 96-2, p. 4.1-4.17, 1 sheet, scale 1:1,000,000.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com4Jungo Rd, northern Nevada40.8777945 -118.5600195000000140.108611 -119.850913 41.646978 -117.26912600000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-77487093128293618982018-07-10T09:00:00.000-07:002018-07-10T09:00:09.389-07:00Road Song: Stairway to Heaven<div align="center">
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<a href="http://www.ledzeppelin.com/">Led Zeppelin</a>: Stairway to Heaven (<a href="https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/ledzeppelin/stairwaytoheaven.html">lyrics</a>)<br />
Album: <a href="http://discography.ledzeppelin.com/disc_lz4.html">Led Zeppelin IV</a>, 1971<br />
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I've don't often think of this song as a road song, but it does mention "the road" twice and "two paths" once, so is definitely <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-road-song.html">a road song</a> by any definition. It's also a gold song, for any of you miners out there.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com2Heavenly Mountain, CA, USA38.956856 -119.9426589999999913.434821500000002 -161.251253 64.4788905 -78.634064999999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-21470887896135213762018-06-19T09:00:00.000-07:002019-06-15T09:27:00.276-07:00Things You Find in the Field: Sulfur at Sulphur<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: center;">
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I recently drove across northern Nevada from Winnemucca to Gerlach to the NV-CA state line in the upper reaches of Smoke Creek, and while the temperature was holding steady at about 89°F, I stopped at <a href="http://geonames.usgs.gov/pls/gnispublic/f?p=gnispq:3:::NO::P3_FID:845687">Sulphur</a> to take a few quick pictures. It turns out that Sulphur is a bigger place than I had realized on my several stops through the area, and so I spent a little extra time there.<br />
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In the first photo, you can see the roof of a building on the ground—this roof has been photographed many times and is easy to find on the internet—and you can see a well-built cabin. I'm not sure where exactly the cabin came from, because it, and the sign, were not present the last time I drove through the area, which was last May (2017). Although I didn't get photos last year showing this precise area, I do have photos from 2013 without sign or cabin, and Google also currently shows the area without either.<br />
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The sign says the town was at least 400 acres in size (about 0.625 square miles), and that claims for sulfur were first filed in 1875.<br />
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I wandered over to take a closer look at the "new" cabin, which has bars on doors and windows to deter entry.<br />
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Then, having ventured farther than I expected when I first stopped, I decided to brave the slightly above average temperature to wander around. I used only my out-of-date phone for these shots; the photos turned out better than expected. </div>
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Looking east toward the barely active Hycroft gold mine.</div>
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Remains of a root cellar.</div>
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Looking west toward the Black Rock Desert—not visible for the raised railroad bed—we can see the many remains of Sulphur in the foreground and the Granite Range near Gerlach (left) and the Calico Mountains (right) in the blueish background.<br />
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Sulfur at Sulphur!</div>
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Old bed springs.</div>
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Partly shot up old stove.</div>
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And then it was time to move on. I had 44 miles to get to Gerlach, and many more miles beyond that.<br />
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Strangely enough, very few of the Nevada or western ghost town sites have any information about the place; those with the most info are (1) the <a href="http://blackrockdesert.org/wiki/index.php?title=Sulphur">Sulphur</a> and <a href="http://blackrockdesert.org/wiki/index.php?title=Sulphur_Mining_District">Sulphur Mining District</a> wikis by the <a href="http://blackrockdesert.org/">Friends of the Black Rock Desert</a>, (2) the <a href="http://www.rimworld.com/brx/index.html">Black Rock Explorers Society</a>'s <a href="http://www.rimworld.com/brx/sulphur/index.html">page on Sulphur</a>, (3) <a href="http://www.winnemucca.com/visitors-activities/ghost-towns">a blurb</a> at the Winnemucca Convention & Visitor's Authority, and (4) <a href="https://www.nevadamagazine.com/issue/january-february-2016/3009/">an article</a> at Nevada Magazine. I'm not sure who has added the new sign and moved in the "new" old cabin (actually, the signs there are marked <a href="https://www.blm.gov/programs/national-conservation-lands">National Conservation Lands</a>, part of BLM, and the sign says "Funded by the <a href="http://www.alliednevada.com/">Hycroft Mining Corporation</a>") but upon my Google search for <i>new sign at Sulphur Nevada</i>, the 6th hit is Zillow reporting it has 0 homes for sale in Sulphur, NV. I'll henceforth be excluding Sulphur from my new home searches!Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com3Sulphur, State Hwy 49, NV, USA40.873792843742521 -118.7364846467971840.87184584374252 -118.74106314679717 40.875739843742522 -118.73190614679719tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-66900343064621738932018-05-29T09:00:00.000-07:002018-05-29T09:00:06.931-07:00#fieldworkfail BINGOThis space has been fairly quiet this year, and while I'd like to blame my lack of posting on work, the truth is that most of the blame falls on ye olde personal life, which has been in a dumpster since early November. But rather than going into the sordid details here, I'm going to post on something that was big on Twitter a couple months ago, thereby continuing my present trend of running behind (on the blog — thankfully not elsewhere).<br />
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Yes, that's it: #fieldworkfail BINGO. I present an unadorned, unplayed BINGO card:<br />
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It was <a href="https://twitter.com/zookat13">Kat Black</a> who <a href="https://twitter.com/zookat13/status/979871706239176705">presented this Bingo card</a> to fieldwork-Twitter (largely but not entirely composed of biologists and geologists of various flavors), back on the 30th of March. Most of the entire ensuing Twitter convo can be read <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=fieldworkfail%20bingo&src=typd">here</a> (though I don't know how long Twitter-search keeps things available, so maybe the link will fail in the future).<br />
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Thinking about my field work history in some detail, I created this BINGO card from my experiences. As you can see, I did get a BINGO. Without the free space in the middle, though, I wouldn't have made it.<br />
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By way of a little explanation, I've added a few details in the next version of the same Bingo card:<br />
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You might notice that I replaced "Animal attack" with "Plant attack" and added an extra mark. While I've been stared at closely by 3 to 4 coyotes at once and also by a protective stallion once or twice — the former causing me to unnecessarily grab my rock hammer and the latter causing me to give up on that canyon for that day — I've never been attacked. I have, however, been mercilessly attacked by wild cholla balls, which definitely have a mind of their own and can be quite persistent in trying to attach themselves to parts of your body, especially feet and legs.<br />
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(I've had a few close encounters with wild cats — mountain lions, bobcats, and a possible jaguar — and I've come closer than I prefer to snakes several times, and closer than they prefer judging by their rattles or swift slitherings away from me — but these were merely close encounters, with none of them resulting in anything resembling an attack.)<br />
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In my line of work, especially when doing mineral exploration recon, a moderately routine hazard not listed would be getting shot at or being run off a property with a gun, which has happened to me once (American Girl), maybe twice or thrice — although the second time was unclear and so probably doesn't count (Old Woman Mountains), and the third time was merely a threat without any visible gun brandishment (Tumco). In addition, there can be various helicopter-related hazards, the least hazardous of which might be being left out by the helicopter pilot, who for various reasons, including forgetting part of the crew (me!), might not pick you up — a story that was told in brief <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/03/defying-death.html">here</a>.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com2mostly in Nevada and southern CA, but also in OR, WA, ID, UT, AZ, NM, CO, AK38.8026097 -116.4193890000000232.4451257 -126.74653750000002 45.1600937 -106.09224050000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-5356520722617067992018-05-22T09:00:00.000-07:002019-08-17T08:08:27.843-07:00Orbicular Granite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;">
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I've been meaning to get to this post for sometime, seeing as how the trip was made in the summer of 2017, and <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/09/wandering-amongst-granite-knobs-in.html">the post related to this one</a>, set earlier in the same day and not all that far back up the road, posted in September of last year. What we'll see here is some unexpected orbicular granite, found by MOH.<br />
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In this post, you'll see several pictures of orbicular granite, which in this case is composed of <a href="https://www.mindat.org/glossary/orbicule">orbicules</a> with dark centers and lighter outer rims.<br />
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I didn't collect a single specimen, partly because the outcrop didn't lend itself to being hammered on, partly because it seemed like the single outcrop should be left alone.<br />
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The inner dark center of most orbicules consists of black, interlocking and sometimes radial crystals of probable amphibole. It's fairly common that the next and only other layer is the outer rim of nearly white feldspar (not sure what kind), but in some cases (above and below) the second ring is composed of a white and black ring of intergrown feldspar and mafic mineral (pyroxene or amphibole are most likely), with white feldspar forming a third ring outside the second ring. The outer light-colored ring sometimes shows hints of actually consisting of as many as four or more separate feldspar-dominated rings or layers.<br />
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I'm not really up on the formation of orbicules, so if anyone with more knowledge than I wants to jump into the comments and explain, that would be great.<br />
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The discoverer of this small exposure provides a bit of scale for the orbicules, including a few protruding like eggs from the rock mass. It looks like many of the small spaces between the larger, often touching orbicules contain smaller orbs.<br />
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This particular orbicule appears to have at least three identifiable outer feldspar shells, set apart by somewhat vague mafic rings.<br />
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Bonus grebe.<br />
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I'm not giving details of the location of this tiny outcrop in order to preserve it. I didn't find anything about this locality by Googling, so this might be a new discovery.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com6Plumas County, CA, USA39.992683199999988 -120.8039473999999739.214476699999985 -122.09484089999997 40.770889699999991 -119.51305389999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-86408867354894759962018-03-23T17:00:00.000-07:002019-06-15T09:33:38.264-07:00Links: Field tripping in Nevada, mostly along I-80 and Highway 50<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/A-river-runs-through-it-p/e059.htm">A River Runs through It</a> [link to download], ESW 2016, E-59 NBMG: Truckee River Reno to Pyramid Lake<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/1915-Pleasant-Valley-earthquake-p/e058.htm">1915 Pleasant Valley earthquake centennial field trip guidebook: A public field trip to visit the largest earthquake in Nevada's history</a> [link to download] E-58 NBMG: 50 miles south of Winnemucca<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Fire-and-ice-Mount-Rose-p/e057.htm">Fire and Ice—Geology of the Mount Rose quadrangle, Lake Tahoe, and the Carson Range</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2015, E-57 NBMG: Galena Creek Visitor Center to Incline Village<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Carson-rocks-p/e056.htm">Carson Rocks! A Sesquicentennial Celebration of some of our Capital City's Geological High Points</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2014, E-56 NBMG: around Carson City<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Geo-mapping-around-DRI-p/e055.htm">Geo- and Eco-Mapping around DRI (The Great Altered Rock Walking Tour)</a> [link download pdf], 2014, E-55, NBMG: around <a href="https://www.dri.edu/contact-dri/reno">DRI</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://citeseerx.ist.psu.edu/viewdoc/download?doi=10.1.1.410.2192&rep=rep1&type=pdf">Mapping the Geology around the Desert Research Institute and Truckee Meadows Community College</a> [pdf], ESW 2013, E-53, NBMG: around DRI.<br />
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<a href="http://citeseerx.ist.psu.edu/viewdoc/download;jsessionid=5E0DF79235163BD552F40A8D19A6E8DB?doi=10.1.1.258.6094&rep=rep1&type=pdf">"Tuff All Over": Exploring Faulted Volcanic Terrain in the Painted Hills, Virginia Mountains, West of Pyramid Lake</a> [pdf], ESW 2012, E-52, NBMG: near Pyramid Lake.<br />
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<a href="http://citeseerx.ist.psu.edu/viewdoc/download?doi=10.1.1.566.5474&rep=rep1&type=pdf">"Life's a Beach": In Search of Ancient Shorelines and Volcanoes in the Grimes Point and Lahontan Mountains Area</a> [pdf], ESW 2011, E-51, NBMG: near Fallon.<br />
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<a href="http://www.nbmg.unr.edu/_docs/Geotripping.pdf">Geo-tripping in Nevada</a> [pdf], NBMG map guide to many or most of the NBMG field trip guides in Nevada through E-50.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/In-search-of-tufa-tuff-color-p/e050.htm">In search of Tufa, Tuff, and Tough Rocks</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2010, E-50, NBMG: stops are east of Pyramid Lake; trip guide includes Reno to Pyramid Lake, Pyramid Lake to Wadsworth, Pyramid Lake to Brady's Hot Springs, Brady's Hot Springs to Reno.<br />
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<a href="https://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Digging-deeper-Comstock-color-p/e048.htm">Digging Deeper into the Comstock</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2009, E-48, NBMG: Reno to Gold Hill.<br />
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<a href="https://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/No-child-left-inside-A-field-t-p/e047.htm">No Child Left Inside: A field trip for Families and Rockhounds</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2008, E-47, NBMG: stops are near Fallon, east of Fallon, north of Fallon, and in the Truckee River Canyon along I-80; road guide runs from Reno to east of Fallon, Fallon to Trinity (junction of I-80 and 95), and Trinity to Reno.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Taking-the-pulse-of-the-Earth-p/e046.htm">Taking the Pulse of the Earth</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2007, E-46, NBMG: south of Reno (Slide Mountain, Steamboat, and Virginia Foothills; the latter two not available to public).<br />
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<a href="https://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Rockin-along-the-river-A-geolo-p/e045.htm">Rockin' Along the River</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2006, E-45 NMBG: Truckee River Verdi to Wadsworth<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/The-great-Highway-50-rock-tour-p/e044.htm">The great Highway 50 rock tour</a> [link to download], ESW 2005, E-44 NBMG: Fallon to Middlegate<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/The-Frenchman-Lake-frolic-colo-p/e043.htm">The Frenchman lake frolic</a> [link to download], ESW 2004, E-43 NBMG: Frenchman Lake area, California, west of NV-CA border.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Get-out-stay-out-and-stay-ali-p/e042.htm">Get out, stay out, and stay alive</a> [link to download], ESW 2003, E-42 NBMG: north of Reno towards Pyramid Lake.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/In-search-of-the-right-tuff-b-p/e041.htm">In search of "the right tuff" but you can just "take it for granite"</a> [link to download], ESW 2002, E-41 NBMG: north of Reno and to the west toward northern end of Red Rock Road.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Fossils-and-ancient-lakes-A-fi-p/e040.htm">Fossils and Ancient Lakes</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2001 field trip #2, E-40, NBMG: fossils near Nightingale.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Peavine-Peak-Geology-plants-p/e039.htm">Peavine Peak: Geology, plants, and mining history</a> [link to download], ESW 2001 field trip #1, E-39, NBMG: Peavine.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Exploring-east-of-the-summit-p/e038.htm">Exploring east of the summit: A field trip guide to Steamboat Springs, Lake Tahoe, and the Comstock area</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2000, E-38 NBMG: Steamboat Springs, Lake Tahoe, Comstock.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Geol-along-America-s-loneliest-p/e037.htm">Geology along America's loneliest highway</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 2000 E-37 NBMG: Carson to Sand Mountain.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/What-s-shakin-in-the-neighborh-p/e034.htm">What's shakin' in the neighborhood? -- Road log</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 1999 field trip #2, E-34 NBMG: Reno, Mt. Rose fan/pediment, to Genoa fault scarp.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Turbulent-times-in-the-Truckee-p/e033.htm">Turbulent times in the Truckee Meadows</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 1999 field trip #1, E-33 NBMG: UNR to Verdi to Crystal Peak Mine.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Ancient-lakes-volcanoes-colo-p/e028.htm">Ancient lakes and volcanoes near Fallon: Field trip for families and rockhounds</a> [link to download pdf], ESW 1998, E-28 NBMG: Fallon, Grimes Point, Soda Lake.<br />
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<a href="http://pubs.nbmg.unr.edu/Educational-Series-s/1856.htm">Link to NBMG's entire Educational series</a>; most (all?) are available to download.<br />
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<a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Km1bDqGGk6sC&pg=PA179&lpg=PA179&dq=nightingale+hot+springs&source=bl&ots=BQ297otp9i&sig=zzEVi11_uMq2Cj3hpp8gj3j48BA&hl=en&sa=X&ei=xD7sULmAPObL0AHK2ICQDg&ved=0CDkQ6AEwAjgK#v=onepage&q=nightingale%20hot%20springs&f=false">INQUA 2003</a> - Elko to Reno, Wadsworth Amp, Lone Mtn hwy 50, Reheis - no viewing online at Google books<br />
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<a href="http://elkodaily.com/lifestyles/geothermal-energy-helps-power-nevada/article_a40e68ce-46e3-11e0-9ccd-001cc4c002e0.html">Geothermal energy helps power Nevada</a> | Elko Daily Free Press - Brady's Hot Spring, Beowawe, and "Hot Hole" in Elko<br />
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<a href="http://backyardtraveler.blogspot.com/2009/06/stories-behind-i-80s-exit-sign-names.html">The Stories Behind I-80s Exit Sign Names - Part 1</a> | Backyard Traveler by Rich Moreno - various info about signs and areas, e.g., Nightingale and Brady's Hot Springs<br />
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<a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=I2tMDwAAQBAJ&pg=PA305&dq=brady%27s+hot+springs&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiUv76nvoPaAhXG5p8KHbyhBmgQ6AEIOjAE#v=onepage&q=brady's%20hot%20springs&f=false">Touring California and Nevada hot springs</a> | Matt C. Bischoff - Brady's Hot Springs reaches 209*F (and other tidbits)Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-54364104546239542822018-01-31T16:54:00.002-08:002018-01-31T16:54:54.511-08:00Super Blue Blood Moon in northern California<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: center;">
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I'm not sure why I woke up so early this morning, but I was up and reading various things on my smartphone and was reminded about today's eclipse of the moon. The eclipse was supposed to start not long after I was reading about it, and thinking that the maximum in my area was going to be at 4:51 am — which is actually when the total phase of the eclipse was going to start — I rushed outside with a headlamp and my phone to see if I'd be able to see it. While out there, I got the first photo, above, which is the moon looking like a tiny red ball. The time was 4:49 am.<br />
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Seeing how spectacular it all looked, I ran back inside and got my Nikon with its 18 to 200 mm lens and grabbed several shots while standing in snow and leaning against the camper in the front yard. I didn't realize the eclipse would be happening for nearly another two hours, so I took photos only of the early part of the red phase, which is the total eclipse phase.<br />
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The above photo is how the moon looked, without enhancement, at 5:07 am, about 20 minutes before the maximum stage of the eclipse, at 5:29 am, when the moon was at it's closest to the center of Earth's shadow. Read more <a href="https://www.timeanddate.com/eclipse/in/@z-us-96137">here</a>.<br />
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I went back inside and tried to go back to sleep.<br />
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Here I've enhanced the photo a little, but a 200 mm zoom doesn't really do that well with moon shots, so you should <a href="http://geotripper.blogspot.com/2018/01/standing-in-cold-fog-so-you-dont-have.html">head on over to Geotripper</a> to see some better photos by Garry Hayes, along with explanations about what the heck the terms "super" "blue" and "blood" refer to when describing a moon.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com0Northern California40.126345084625321 -120.9837148249999933.858186584625322 -131.31086332499999 46.394503584625319 -110.656566325tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693614218792476252.post-6090786247818844822017-12-22T09:00:00.000-08:002019-06-15T09:35:18.816-07:00Twelve (or Ten?) Months of LFD (2017)I'm doing the year-end meme wherein I compile the first sentence of the first post of every month. Meme rules are as follows, as per <a href="http://drugmonkey.scientopia.org/2014/12/02/twelve-months-of-drug-monkey-2014/">DrugMonkey (2014)</a>:<br />
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Post the link and first sentence from the first blog entry for each month of the past year.</blockquote>
I also add the first photo from the same first post. Previous takes on this Twelve Month meme at LFD were posted for <a href="http://highway8a.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-months-of-looking-for-detachment.html">2008</a>, <a href="http://highway8a.blogspot.com/2009/12/twelve-months-of-looking-for-detachment.html">2009</a>, <a href="http://highway8a.blogspot.com/2010/12/twelve-months-of-lfd-2010.html">2010</a>, <a href="http://highway8a.blogspot.com/2012/12/twelve-months-of-lfd-2012.html">2012</a>, <a href="http://highway8a.blogspot.com/2014/12/twelve-months-of-lfd-2014.html">2014</a>, <a href="http://highway8a.blogspot.com/2015/12/twelve-months-of-lfd-2015.html">2015</a>, and <a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2016/12/twelve-months-of-lfd-2016.html">2016</a>.<br />
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<span style="color: #330099;"><b>Aaand...here's the year 2017 for LFD</b><b>:</b></span><br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/01/notes-from-north-snow-and-ice.html">January:</a><br />
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It's been icy cold in the far northlands, with temperatures hovering not too far above zero for several days.<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/02/from-road-talus-stripes-and-shorelines.html">February:</a><br />
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It was a late fall day, and I stopped along Route 447 to see if I could get close to some of the brilliantly colored trees along the Truckee River a few miles north of Wadsworth. <br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/03/tales-of-mojave-bit-about-northern.html">March:</a><br />
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I planned to have this descriptive section as part of the last post—<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/02/tales-of-mojave-were-almost-ready-to-go.html">the one about being packed and ready to leave town</a>—but this "little bit" grew and grew, and eventually it had to find its own home.<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/04/from-road-talus-y-goodness-and-more-of.html">April:</a><br />
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I was looking back through some photos and realized I had some of the Roan Cliffs from the spring of 2006.<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/05/pine-valley-and-carlin-canyon-squiggles.html">May:</a><br />
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It all started when I was trying to find out what rock formations and rock types I was seeing while making the long trip to work and back out near Elko.<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/06/high-water-across-west-rye-patch-dam.html">June:</a><br />
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I'm moving slowly on this mini-series about the Humboldt River while working essentially 12-hour days and while (hopefully) recovering from some long-lasting bug I caught on the road or out in Elko more than two months ago.<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/07/high-water-across-west-truckee-river.html">July:</a><br />
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Returning once again to my spring mini-series about all the rivers and lakes that are at higher levels than I've seen in quite awhile (<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/06/high-water-across-west-rye-patch-dam.html">most recent post</a>), I decided this time to show a few pics of the Truckee River, which I drive by quite frequently.<br />
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August: Nothing.<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/09/wandering-amongst-granite-knobs-in.html">September:</a><br />
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It's been a busy summer, such that I really haven't had time to get much blogging done—and I had so many good posts planned!<br />
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<a href="https://highway8a.blogspot.com/2017/10/road-song-copperhead-road.html">October:</a><br />
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This is a classic road song with "road" right there in the title, courtesy once again of MOH.<br />
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November: Nada.<br />
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December: (this post).<br />
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I'm doing the year-end meme wherein I compile the first sentence of the first post of every month.Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03131032620978696727noreply@blogger.com1