Because of what they do for a living, summer was coming to an end for our good friends Tony and Steph but before they headed back to work, they were hoping to get in at least one more trip under the belt. After talking to Cindy and I about it, we decided that maybe we could wrap up their summer with an epic trek across Northeastern Nevada - a part of the state known as, "cowboy country". Along the way, we would traverse remote routes, do a little rock hounding, go for a hike, visit old ghost towns and of course, patronize old saloons and imbibe in their libations. Below are some highlights of all the fun we had and we hope you enjoy them.
If there was ever any doubt, it's definitely monsoon season here in Norther Nevada. Of course, as we headed to our rendezvous point in Winnemucca, the sky made sure to remind us of that fact.
Of course, there is something amazing and beautiful about tumultuous rain storms in the desert.
Thunder Mountain
Fortunately, a brief respite in the storm allowed us to pay a visit to Thunder Mountain Park.
As the story goes, a guy by the name of Frank van Zant, an ex-apprentice Methodist minister and private eye who considered himself to be a Creek Indian, drove 130 miles from Reno to this very location and started construction of Thunder Mountain. Apparently, he was told by an old medicine woman that "in the final days, there shall rise up a place called Thunder Mountain" and that only those who lived there would survive the apocalypse.
Of course, Mr. Zant's oldest son would tell you that his truck simply broke down at this very spot and he just never left. After changing his name to Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder, he began pouring concrete over an old travel trailer and started living in it. That was in 1968.
Using whatever he could find at a local junkyard, Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder spent the next 20 years building this awesome and in someways frightening compound.
Inspired by Tom Kelly's Bottle House in Rhyolite, NV, Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder used windshields from old cars to make windows and glass bottles to allow an array of colored light to filter through the walls.
Surrounding the compound are a host of sculptures of Indians and naked people and for the longest time, the heads of plastic baby dolls were placed on the ends of dead tree branches.
Built entirely out of scrap iron, car parts and junk of every nature is a wall that encompasses Thunder Mountain and one that would make Mad Max proud.
On the north end of the compound was a building known as "the Hostel House". Essentially, an impressive hippie hangout and one that unfortunately burned down. Here's a shot from the entrance looking in.
Here's what's written in the concrete at its threshold.
In spite of being honored as "1983 Artist of the Year" by the state of Nevada, Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder put a bullet in his head in 1989.
On that note, we left Thunder Mountain and met up with Tony and Steph and as you can probably guess, had a drink or two or maybe even three or so - CHEERS!
If there was ever any doubt, it's definitely monsoon season here in Norther Nevada. Of course, as we headed to our rendezvous point in Winnemucca, the sky made sure to remind us of that fact.
Of course, there is something amazing and beautiful about tumultuous rain storms in the desert.
Thunder Mountain
Fortunately, a brief respite in the storm allowed us to pay a visit to Thunder Mountain Park.
As the story goes, a guy by the name of Frank van Zant, an ex-apprentice Methodist minister and private eye who considered himself to be a Creek Indian, drove 130 miles from Reno to this very location and started construction of Thunder Mountain. Apparently, he was told by an old medicine woman that "in the final days, there shall rise up a place called Thunder Mountain" and that only those who lived there would survive the apocalypse.
Of course, Mr. Zant's oldest son would tell you that his truck simply broke down at this very spot and he just never left. After changing his name to Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder, he began pouring concrete over an old travel trailer and started living in it. That was in 1968.
Using whatever he could find at a local junkyard, Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder spent the next 20 years building this awesome and in someways frightening compound.
Inspired by Tom Kelly's Bottle House in Rhyolite, NV, Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder used windshields from old cars to make windows and glass bottles to allow an array of colored light to filter through the walls.
Surrounding the compound are a host of sculptures of Indians and naked people and for the longest time, the heads of plastic baby dolls were placed on the ends of dead tree branches.
Built entirely out of scrap iron, car parts and junk of every nature is a wall that encompasses Thunder Mountain and one that would make Mad Max proud.
On the north end of the compound was a building known as "the Hostel House". Essentially, an impressive hippie hangout and one that unfortunately burned down. Here's a shot from the entrance looking in.
Here's what's written in the concrete at its threshold.
In spite of being honored as "1983 Artist of the Year" by the state of Nevada, Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder put a bullet in his head in 1989.
On that note, we left Thunder Mountain and met up with Tony and Steph and as you can probably guess, had a drink or two or maybe even three or so - CHEERS!