“Roughing It”— Mark Twain’s first book that chronicles his experiences as a newspaper writer while living in Virginia City
Carol writes: At this time of year each campground selection moves ever further south, and so autumn tends to persist over several months. As we pulled into our campground site at the Sparks Marina RV Park, we couldn’t help but notice that fall colors were on full display.
During our stay in the Reno area, we were looking forward to a nice long visit with our daughter. We were anxious to hear all about her recent stay at an ashram in Rishikesh, India, where she participated in a monthlong school on how to teach yoga.
We were eager to hear what she had learned and to experience some introductory lessons, and now we had our very own yoga teacher staying with us!
Over the next several mornings we resisted firing up the coffeepot first thing out of bed; instead we grabbed a quick drink of water and quietly moved to our yoga mats. Under Megan’s instruction, Al and I actually found gentle yoga movements strangely kind to our bodies. Even the most problematic area in my neck definitely benefitted from the motion and breathing that is an essential part of yoga.
Suffice it to say that Megan’s pictures on the yoga mat were far easier on the eye than ours, so I have stuck to images of the expert…
MOUNT ROSE HIKE
The Galus Family has always bonded well on the hiking trail, so it was a unanimous decision that a family hike would be a fun thing to do together. The fact that the 10-mile roundtrip to the top of Mount Rose was touted as a local gem made our decision easy.
With refreshingly cool mountain air at the trailhead and a magnificent view of Lake Tahoe in the distance, this hike was certainly off to a good start.
Unlike my husband and daughter, the 2300-ft elevation gain was a bit intimidating to me, but I still felt good with only a mile remaining to the summit.
It helped that the views up high were outstanding.
The climb was a breeze for father and daughter. Not so much so for me…
It took me a few minutes to soak in the fact I had made it to the summit. Then I was game for some summit hijinks, and yoga poses were irresistible…
It was no contest who could pose the best!
Due to short October days, this 10-mile hike created a slight time crunch to get back by dark, which in turn meant a bit of a struggle for me on the way down. I sustained a few ”stumbles” in my effort to get back to the car by sunset; however, in the end, I was quite happy with my Fitbit personal best in terms of steps and miles.
But the best part was doing it as a family…
After Meg’s whirlwind visit, the remainder of our Sparks/Reno stay was low-key and undemanding. One day we took a drive down to nearby Virginia City, forever enshrined in television history with a blazing Ponderosa Ranch map during the opening theme song of the TV show “Bonanza.”
The tilted wooden boardwalks fronting saloons and tourist shops gave a Virginia City a credible western ambience.
Inside, massive wooden bars enhanced the feeling of western authenticity.
In 1859 Virginia City achieved world fame with the discovery of the Comstock Lode, one of the richest mining strikes in the world. Virginia City was named in honor of a one of the early placer miners in Gold Canyon, a Virginian by the name of James “Old Virginny” Finney.
and what is now a most photographic cemetery were a part of Virginia City frontier life.
At the age of 27, Samuel Clemens came to Virginia City to begin a writing apprenticeship on the staff of a local newspaper. Within a year he had adopted the pen name of Mark Twain, and thus an unforgettable giant in American literature was born.
One of Al’s clearest memories from his early years was traveling through Donner Pass in 1964 as his family was moving to a new duty station in California. Today, Donner Pass is a breeze on Interstate 80, but back in 1846 this unproven shortcut over the Sierra Nevada Mountains created a daunting barrier for the Donner Party. The infamous Donner-Reed Party spent the winter of 1846-47 snowbound at Donner Pass. Half of them died and many of the survivors had to resort to cannibalism when food and supplies ran out.
Today, now a part of the historic Lincoln Highway and the Pacific Crest Trail, Donner Lake and Donner Summit reflected a peaceful view
that seemed in such contrast to winter's fierce conditions in 1846 when the Donner Party was trying to cross the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
Donner Memorial State Park has done a tasteful job of memorializing the emigrant struggle and the tragic events in Donner Pass during the winter of 1846.
Back in February 1978, while Al and I were on our honeymoon at Lake Tahoe, we had a very memorable visit to Squaw Valley, home of the 1960 Winter Olympics.
At Squaw Valley I jumped at the opportunity to ice skate on the Olympic skating rink. As this old pic below from the Internet shows, this skating venue was open to the air on the sides, one of which had a view of the picturesque Squaw Valley mountains.
For some reason, skating beneath the Olympic rings as a new bride at Squaw Valley, while looking out on an incredible snowy mountain view, was quite memorable to me.
Fast forward to 2017 for another side trip to Squaw Valley to check out the Olympic venue as we remembered it. Sadly, once again, we discovered that memory lane had been redesigned—now the typical trappings of a modern ski resort with its pricey condos and tourist shops. With the exception of 3 historic buildings, all the Olympic venues had been torn down, including the skating rink that held such meaning for me. An elderly resident of Squaw Valley told me the rink was torn down to make room for a much needed parking lot. Hmmmm, just goes to show that sometimes memory lanes are precisely that… only memories.
Our campground was only a short drive from Nevada’s state capital, Carson City, which takes its name from the Carson River which in turn was named in honor of American explorer Kit Carson. Kit Carson’s spirit and love of the West is honored with his statue on the Nevada Capitol grounds.
However, the show-stopper of the Capitol grounds was the impressive Capitol building itself, constructed out of local sandstone and Alaskan marble.
A grove of stunning fall-colored, over one-hundred-year-old trees enhanced the Victorian beauty that the Capitol exhibited even in its early days.
Inside there were photos contrasting the old historic Supreme Court chamber
with its present-day restoration.
The newer section of the Capitol grounds was likewise astounding as seen in this pic of the “new” State Supreme Court building.
Such a brilliant fall day was also a good day for a small group of protesters who just wanted to promote “PEACE ON EARTH” so I took a few moments to chat with one woman and to share her sentiment. I considered this message a good closing meme, so that is how I will close my Nevada blog post.