NevadaGram #157 – Landsailing Championships on Smith Creek Playa, Plus Bulletins from Austin, Wells, Hither and Yon

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The World Championship Land Sailing Competition was held last month at Smith Creek Playa west of Austin alongside old US 50 (now Nevada 722). It had been held in recent years at Ivanpah in the Mojave Desert of southeastern California, but perhaps that had not been deemed remote enough by the organizers.

Surely Smith Creek Playa — a dry lake bed more than 70 miles east of Fallon and more than 30 miles west of Austin — is remote enough.

Smith Creek Playa west of Austin Nevada

Smith Creek Playa west of Austin Nevada

This is terrain traversed at a gallop by Pony Express riders in 1860 and not much changed since then, except by the slow increase in traffic along the old trail prompted by silver discoveries in the nearby mountains. Horses and wagons gave over to flivvers, which gradually became automobiles, more and more of them whizzing past the dry lake bed on the Lincoln Highway. When US 50 was realigned a generation ago to avoid the steep climb to Carroll Summit, the broad oval patch of level white ground in the valley reverted to an almost prehistoric quiet.

In the pits, Smith Creek Playa Nevada

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In the pits, Smith Creek Playa Nevada

We arrived in early afternoon on the Saturday of the grand finale, to find a large white tent with a couple of food and drink vendors alongside, and a few hundred people milling around in an adjacent chaos of vans, trucks, trailers, paraphernalia galore, and the vessels themselves, some upright with the front wheel tethered, others tipped over to prevent being swept away by the wind.

Except there was no wind.

gettingready300x200It looks like a lot of fun in the photos and the videos that show these graceful, speedy, colorful landboats on the move, but what’s not so much fun is waiting for the wind to get things started.

The racers and their entourages content themselves with doing equipment maintenance, sleeping, watching movies or cruising the internet via satellite connection. Inside the big tent it was as hot as outdoors, but the shade was welcome. There were tables and chairs where people were waiting for friends, others were at work on their laptops and a couple more on their phones.

Every flag hung limp. Nothing happened. Tedium. Zzzzz.

Until one fluttered.

sharkface300x200Two or three more fluttered too, and all at once each one of the flags awakened, simultaneously shrugged off sleep, and began to dance. With slow insistence the wind began to rise and the racers began to move. Some of them went darting off into an empty quarter on the playa but most were dawdling, meandering, just stooging around, biding their time until the race would form up.

jollyroger300x200We waited too. And waited, until after a while we didn’t wait any longer. The experience of piloting one of those swift little carts in close competition must be thrilling to the max, but waiting and watching from afar: not so much. 3craft200x300We left for Austin before the race began, if it ever did, but we didn’t feel we’d missed the most important part. We’d had a taste of that world, seen it up closer than we’d ever dreamed we would, and the race itself was really just another detail. You’ll find all the results and a great deal more here.

Austin Nevada cemeteryOld Fifty (Nevada Highway 722) rejoins new US 50 just west of the Austin cemetery which offers, if not eternal rest at least a brief respite from the heat and a sense of the human struggle. The highway curls up into the Toiyabes to the city of Austin, once a glittering ornament on the Nevada map.

The Austin Museum, meanwhile was bulging with visitors for the opening and reception for Wally Cuchine of Eureka and the traveling Wally World art show. Selected work from his legendary collection has been traveling the state for months now, with exhibits in Sparks, Virginia City, Fernley and Beatty on its way to Austin.

 

Wally Cuchine elaborates on the provenance of a painting by Robert Cole Caples.
Wally Cuchine elaborates on the provenance of a painting by Robert Cole Caples.

We visited St. Augustine’s Catholic Church now renovated for use as a Community Center, its organ now completely restored with funds from theSt. Augustine's Catholic Church, Austin Nevada State.

There are three modest motels in Austin, an RV Park, the Union Street B & B, an 1860’s house, fully restored and modernized. A little way out of town is the Paradise Ranch B & B, owned by Bob and Donna Sossa. For decades he worked in the press room at the Cleveland Plain Dealer and when he retired he bought flat land in the Reese River Valley ten miles out of Austin. He told his wife if she would marry him,

Upcoming in Austin September 27

biplane300x200Austin will be having a fly-in at the airport on September 27 and Joe Dory (one of the old families) is the head of it. He is an absolute hoot! As a scholarship fundraiser the Beta Sigma Phi sorority babes fix breakfast on the morning of the 23rd for all the people who slept by their planes. A cow plus whatever else is on hand goes in the ground, and that is lunch. A huge feed, everyone invited.

Also, the old elementary school is currently on the market for less than $80,000. It is huge, of sturdy brick construction, and is on the National Historic Registry. It’s a little like the Mizpah Hotel, it needs somebody to buy it and love it.

— our Austin Correspondent

he would build her a castle. She did, and he did. Now you can stay there too.

Five Years Ago in the NevadaGram

mcavoyondeck300x200The combination of a sunny day, the sparkling water, Mark Twain’s stories of Tahoe in the 1860s delivered by the incomparable McAvoy Layne and his fellow entertainers (and a bar on every deck) made for a beguiling afternoon. The Tahoe Queen threshed across the broad blue water to Emerald Bay, where it lingered for a while as a camera magnet for the tourists on shore visiting Vikingsholm.

Mark Twain watched in pleased anticipation as Bat Masterson and Dick Barter prepared to slay one another for our entertainment.

Mark Twain watched in pleased anticipation as Bat Masterson and Dick Barter prepared to slay one another for our entertainment.

On the return leg of our placid journey the actors presented a micro-drama in which Maud Adams was accused by the rascally hermit of cheating at cards. If Bat Masterson hadn’t been nearby to offer his protection there’s no telling what that low-down varmint might have done. As it was, he was reckless enough to draw his six-shooter on the famous lawman, and got a dose of lead poisoning for his trouble as the onlookers cheered.

We were were also entertained by a woman making her first voyage on a big surfboard, standing upright and propelling herself out from shore with a paddle like a big broom. We wondered what sort of sadist had rented her that outfit, but I’m sad to report that she had us in stitches as she fought to keep her balance while making minimal progress into the gentle breeze blowing across the lake, finally falling overboard with a big splash into two feet of water.

Read the whole thing here

Supposing that the arrival of so many land sailing Paradise Ranch B&B Reese River Valley near Austin Nevadaaficionados well-heeled enough to travel here from around the world would attract an influx of hookers to Austin from Las Vegas and Amsterdam, I was disappointed to see Austin’s steep streets as tranquil as usual. There were no abandoned women staggering up and down in stiletto heels, then standing exhausted and gasping in Austin’s crumbling doorways, yellow light pouring out onto the sidewalk from the barrooms where the international millionaire landsailors are disporting themselves, singing sand chanties and spilling single malt whiskies and trendy craft-brewed ale on one another . . . but if that did happen it was after the sun went down, when we were already in Eureka.

In Eureka you’ll see a big yellow school bus parked next to the highway at the west end of town with its back doors open and a lot of stuff on tables around it. That is “Eureka-tiques”, a joint venture between Barbara Dale, who got tired of tending bar, and John Brown,

Barbie Dale's Eureka-tiques, Eureka Nevada
Inside the bus at Barbie Dale’s Eureka-tiques

who had spent many years accumulating a treasure trove of rare and unusual items. We bought a 19th century iron bedstead, some big glass jars and a book on Bed Etiquette.

Hotel Nevada & Gambling Hall, Ely
Hotel Nevada & Gambling Hall, Ely

Ely for us was a few brief visits with friends and a quick look in at the Hotel Nevada where a quiet revolution is in progress. Bert Woywod’s eccentric Western Playland has been toned down since his departure — where are the Roy Rogers lunch pails? — but it hasn’t been utterly dismissed. The motorcycles are gone, but the fat papier-mâché chef is still standing guard at the cafe, and the big bronze sculpture of the buckaroo on his rearingDustin's New Sign, Currie Nevada horse has only been moved from its prominent place at the entrance to a nearby corner. We didn’t have time to see the upgrades that are underway with the rooms, but the word we heard around town is quite positive about the new management group.

We were gratified to see that Dustin Anderson’s store at Currie is maintaining. Dustin himself was on vacation when we stopped in to wish him luck (we had covered his Grand Opening in NevadaGram #146), but progress continued in his absence in the form of a pleasingly eccentric sign being applied to the side of the building.

Big Foot Race in Wells

Ruby Relay Race, Wells NevadaOn August 8 and 9, about 100 racers will divide into relay teams to run a 184 mile loop from Lamoille Canyon through the awesome solitude and beauty of the Ruby Mountains. Runners will relay through sunshine and moonlight as they climb to high vistas and descend to deep gulches while traversing the mountain course.

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At Wells we turned west and took I-80 home. I will forgo a travelog since Shorty covers the same ground in his post card. Suffice it to say we visited friends along the way, and even celebrated a birthday at Ormachea’s in Winnemucca. As Shorty himself says so often, “Life is Good.”

Brief Notes from Beyond the Mountains: Stateline‘s Horizon casino is becoming the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Lake Tahoe opening later this year or early 2015 . . . Emigrant Camp, California Trail Interpretive Center, Elko

The September 2014 issue of True West Magazine lists the California Trail Interpretive Center in Elko as one of its top ten western museums. “Between 1841 and 1869, roughly 250,000 people made a 2,000-mile trek to California. This BLM interpretive center tells their story, but also examines impact on the land and explores the culture of the Shoshone Indians. Travelers across northern Nevada should not miss the California Trail Interpretive Center in Elko, where visitors will enjoy the permanent exhibits on the history of the California Trail and the local Shoshone Indians, as well as numerous living history events” . . . .

Ten Years Ago in the NevadaGram

There are four Nevadas. One of course is the state that we love despite everything, and the other three are towns elsewhere on the map of the USA. One is in Iowa, near Ames, one is in Wyandotte County Ohio (pop. 814), and the third one is the county seat of Vernon County Missouri, just a few miles from the Kansas border.

Vernon County Court House, Nevada MOA few springs ago Robin, Chris and I were driving across country, and had the chance to visit this midwestern Nevada. It is a very attractive town, although it was profiled last year by the New York Times as an example of severe economic hardship. Nevada has a county court house of majestic proportions, wide streets of two- and three-story buildings downtown, and the fabulous W.F. Norman Company.

newpiece300x200This is America’s last surviving manufacturer of “original” pressed tin ceilings, produced with the same machinery and techniques as a century ago. They also make wainscoting and gargoyles, along with restoration fancy-work for landmark buildings all over the country.

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The Coalition to Regulate Marijuana Like Alcohol is busy collecting 101,667 signatures of registered Nevada voters to qualify the initiative to end marijuana prohibition here for the November 2016 ballot. To help achieve its goal, the campaign is posting “bathroom-themed ads” in the restrooms of bars and restaurants around Las Vegas. Wait, bathroom-themed ads to make marijuana legal? How does that make any sense? If you can’t make it to a bathroom in Las Vegas in time to see them for yourself — or as the Coalition suggests, to share them with your family far away — here they are . . .

From Our Correspondent

Stuck

This is what happens when one finally arrives back on a paved and known road after getting oneself and one’s super-patient spouse lost somewhere along the California/Nevada state line looking for a ghost town that Chester Rich tells about, and one ends up on a nearly impassable rock-crawler 4×4 road for about 15 miles and 2 hours of sheer terror and ones super patient spouse is walking along in front of ones truck as it crawls uphill in 4WDL, tumbling the biggest and sharpest of the huge boulders down the cliff and out of the way so one may proceed, and one is yelling the biggest curse words one knows at the top of ones lungs because it its too steep and too narrow to turn around, and later still where it is a little more level one comes across a small state line marker and one is so lost he isn’t sure whether he is crossing into Nevada or out of Nevada.

Stan Paher’s Nevada Sesquicentennial book is in production, with Stan and Warren Lerude putting their snowy white heads together over the paste-up table at White Sage Studios in Virginia City . . . Carson City’s “Jazz and Beyond” music festival runs through August 17th at venues from the Governor’s Mansion to Comma Coffee.

Parting shot —

Lady & The Tramps at the Red Dog Saloon, Virginia City NevadaI took this shot from the sound booth during a performance of Lady and The Tramps. The band features Casey Allander on bass, Roger Haas on drums, Steve Carmac on flute and sax, Charlie Edsel on rhythm guitar, Glenn Buschine on lead guitar, Molly Malone on percussion and featuring all on vocals.

They are the closest thing we have to a house band, and a real crowd pleaser with their rockin’ blues, swing and outlaw-country style of covers that they do so well. They always have the crowd dancing all night and great group of friends and musicians to have around.

— Loren Pursel, the Red Dog Saloon, Virginia City

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