Tonopah, 4 am
The city was sleeping with its night lights on, silent except for the occasional snore of a semi-truck traveling US 95 through its center. The night was warm and the air was still. No-one was about except me, walking from the hotel to the car to retrieve my camera, and back again.
“Did you hear that yelling?” I asked the desk clerk once I was inside; she had not. I went past the registration desk into the Great Room and looked out the front doors.
Five Years Ago in the NevadaGramA Toast to Bobby Fitzsimmonsby McAvoy Layne Born in County Armagh, the last of twelve children, Bobby Fitzsimmons became a professional boxer, and earned a chance to fight America’s “Gentleman Jim” Corbett for the World Heavyweight Crown. The year was 1897, the place San Francisco, and the date St. Patrick’s Day. Nevada’s luck was about to change. . . . Only a few days before the much touted fight, California decided prize fighting was not a gentleman’s sport, and canceled the draw. Overnight, Nevada legislators legalized prize fighting. They welcomed the bout to Carson City, and kept the date, St. Patrick’s Day, 1897. Well, four thousand people crossed the High Sierra to see that fight. Bat Masterson and Wyatt Earp were hired as bouncers. As the bell rang for the fourteenth round, Fitzsimmon’s wife could be heard shouting from the front row: “Hit ‘im in the slats, Bob! Hit ‘im in the slats!” Fitzsimmons won the bout with his famous “solar plexus” blow, which some said was too low, but then Corbett always wore his trunks hiked up so high, who was to know? When the folks in Carson City added up all the money that was left behind they had to ask themselves, “If 4,000 people will cross the High Sierra to see one fight, how many more will come to spin the French Wheel, or get married, get divorced, visit a brothel?” So Nevada’s romance with disrespectability began with the Corbett-Fitzsimmons fight, and everything we see around us today, from the arch above The Biggest Little City in the World, to an Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas, are a direct result of that fight. Nevada was on the road to becoming America’s foremost state of attractions. |
“Fuck you! Get out! Get out! Get out!” Across the street, a man in dark pants and a light t-shirt was standing on the landing outside a second story apartment, screaming down at a dark shape on the floor. With each “Get out!” he launched a kick into the otherwise motionless shape. I’ll spare you the rest of the language, but it was shocking to hear, not just for the words, but for the rage that fueled them, and the brutal attack that went on for way too long.
The desk clerk called 911 and we watched, entranced. In the dark of night we couldn’t see any detail, although the light spilling out of an open door illuminated what was happening. The yelling continued in bursts, and the kicks continued too. Several times the shouting man seemed to pick up the unresisting shape from the floor and throw it down again. We could see and hear what was happening, but we couldn’t stop it.
Did I mention this is not Disneyland?
The deputy was there within minutes and an ambulance shortly afterward. By that time I was back upstairs working on the photos I’d taken on the way here.
5:15 am
Through diligent internet research I knew that Beans & Brews at the south (uphill) edge of town, opens at 5:30 and I like to be on time for morning coffee. As I walked to the car again a breeze gently riffled my hair. By the time I got back with the lattes the breeze had grown into a gusting wind and I had a small struggle to get through the doors with a latte in each hand.
Once in the George Wingfield room again, I went back to work; Robin too. The city still slept, the hotel was silent. Only the desk clerk and I had witnessed the earlier episode. It had absorbed our complete attention, blotted out the rest of the world with its ferocious shouts and vicious brutality, but other than the participants themselves it hadn’t left any marks, no rips in the fabric of the city, not even a wrinkle — nothing except the Sheriff’s log to say it happened at all.
7:03 am
I took a break, stretched, went to the window and looked out at vague shapes in a milky world. A heavy wet snow was falling — a sudden storm had silently enveloped the old city. Visibility was next to nil, white on white.
8:46 am
The snow has stopped — a fast-moving rain squall in June is a fast-moving mini-blizzard in February. I can see beneath the stormclouds to the northwest where a bright ribbon of blue sky is showing. Here comes the sun.
10:12
The storm has passed. The sky is blue, the earth is white and the air is still. It’s a bright and cheerful morning with with sunlight bouncing happily around. A beautiful day in Tonopah!
Tonopah is changing and there’s more than sunshine in the air, there’s optimism too. It’s not the forlorn hope that has sustained the old city since WWI, that the past would reappear and the silver mills would roar again. This isn’t a revival, it’s a rebirth.
The two most notable symbols of this new Tonopah are the elegant old Mizpah Hotel, which Fred and Nancy Cline have restored to pre-eminence in central Nevada, and the 640-foot concrete tower at the Crescent Dunes solar project a few miles north of town.
The dark smear at its foot is actually an array of mirrors — more than 10,000 of them! — that reflect focused beams of sunlight into the aperture at the top of the tower to generate electricity. More about this below.
We are at the Mizpah of course, the city’s great jewel, the 56-room hotel that has presided over central Nevada since it was built in 1907-08 and which has lately been restored to its place as a symbol of gracious elegance in the unforgiving desert.
It’s impossible to overstate the importance of the arrival of the Clines in Tonopah. They not only brought the bags of money required to bring the Mizpah back to life, and the personal commitment to carry it off in grand fashion, they also brought the savvy to recognize that the hotel by itself wasn’t enough.
About 5,600 cars a day come through town. To induce these travelers to stay for the night in sufficient numbers, there had to be more.
We made visiting the Brewery a priority stop and shared a rack of ribs along with a couple of the house brews. The great copper kettles that produced those beers are visible through a big viewing window. The service was great and we’re already planning a return visit.
Shopping in TonopahThe Mizpah: There’s a small but very nice Indian jewelery gift shop in the old walk in safe on the main floor. Very nice selection. The Mizpah also sells high quality t-shirts, bath and lotions by the front desk. The Whitney Bookstore: This used book store is sure to have something you can’t live without. For the number of books they have, it’s well organized. And inexpensive. I always find something for myself, plus books to give as gifts. New Craft Shop: This is directly across the street from the Mizpah. Knitting, crochet, quilting and other craft items. And a number of finished products for sale hand-made by local women. Pawn Shop: Looks like it’s full of interesting items, but alas it was closed when I tried to go. Perchetti’s Western Store: Lots of clothing, don’t know what else because I didn’t get there this trip. — Robin Cobbey |
Abracadabra! The Mizpah Club across the parking lot to the north, a small but spiffy casino with spacious meeting rooms upstairs and actual dealers at three games downstairs, is being readied for an April opening.
Thus another treasure from the past is being re-created and preserved as a sustainable attraction, another reason for a traveler to pull over and stay the night. The boomlet of the solar plant and the Clines’ investments have attracted other new business to town. A young couple from Las Vegas has reopened the Tonopah Liquor Company as a bar and the new Hometown Pizza adds another culinary tradition to the mix.
In fact, until last week there was only one fly in the ointment: the project is more than two years behind schedule and millions of dollars over budget, still with no sustained production. But that was last week, and since then the switch was thrown for real and the plant is now sending power to the grid. “The facility will ramp up to its full annual output over the coming year”, the company stated.
How it works:
Sunlight is concentrated and directed from a circular field of 10,347 heliostats a mile and a quarter in diameter, each one weighing more than four tons and standing 38 feet off the ground, to a receiver comprising the top 100 feet of the 640-foot tower.- Liquid salt from the cold salt tank is pumped to the top of the tower where it is heated in the 1,000-ton receiver to 1050°F (566°C).
- The molten salt from the receiver is piped down the tower at the rate of 5,000 gallons per second and stored in the 3.6 million gallon hot salt tank until called for to power the steam generator. Heat loss is only 1° a day, so the hot salt tank holds a 10-hours of full load electricity generation and the system provides reliable, on-demand energy.
- Hot salt is pumped from the hot salt tank through a steam generator which produces steam to drive a turbine, creating electricity.
- Cold salt at 550°F (288°C) flows back to the cold salt tank.
- Condensed steam from the turbine is recirculated for reuse.
Nearly 20 Stone-Tool Sites, Dating Back Up To 12,000 Years, Discovered In Nevada[As if to emphasize my suggestion that Time Travel is one of Nevada’s greatest attractions, antiquity and lessons from the past have made headlines again.] And even though the sites are remote, they weren’t discovered by accident. Scientists expected to find them there. [Continue] |
Mining is still a factor in this part of the world; there are two large mining projects presently undergoing the permitting process south of Goldfield but they won’t begin operations until the price of gold justifies it.
The Tonopah Mining Park just up the hill behind the Mizpah, is a wonderful collection of mines, buildings and paraphernalia from Tonopah’s golden age of silver. It’s the real deal, and will give you a sense of how primitive the process was.
Admission to the Visitors Center is free, the walking Tour is $5 for adults, $4 for Seniors, $3 for Students age 8-17 and free for children, veterans and active military.
Ten Years Ago in the NevadaGramThe Eureka Opera House is an enjoyable destination any time. The Edlos are four guys who sing a capella, somehow managing to get a full orchestral sound from just four voices, eight eyebrows and some fingersnaps. They sang their fool heads off to an enthralled audience of about 30, most of whom had braved the perverse weather to travel from Reno, Wells, Gold Hill, Austin and other metropolitan centers of northern and central Nevada. After the performance the Edlos piled into their car and drove off into a blizzard, doubtless singing all the way, while the audience moved a block north to the warm and welcoming Owl Club. The apres-theater party continued late into the night with local bon-vivants. |
Overheard at Beans and Brews in Tonopah — Don’t worry about it son, failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor later on. Consider it an investment in the future.
What they’re saying about us: Nevada’s Getting Nervous About The Planned $1 Billion Faraday Future Plant – the future of Faraday
Brief notes from Beyond the Mountains: On February
won’t want to miss the St. Patrick’s Day Parade & Festival
on March 11th through the 13th . . . Off Highway 50 on Nevada’s east side visit Ely for its
Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation Banquet on March 19 . . . Going west on Highway 50 brings you to Eureka where you can see The Scarlet Verbs on March 20th at the Eureka Opera House . . . Farther west on Highway 50 brings you to Fallon where there will be an Evening with the Arts on March 5 at the Churchill Arts Center . . . Off of Interstate 80, The new Copper Kettle Café at 600 east Wendover Boulevard offers breakfast, lunch and dinner at reasonable prices seven days a week, 9 am to 9 pm. A daily special is chosen by chef Manni Carrillo, who was the chef at the Red Garter from 2000 until its Nugget buyout in 2012 . . . In Fernley it’s St. Patrick’s Day Dinner and Dance on March 16th . . . Travel deeper into Cowboy Country to Winnemucca to enjoy the Ranch Hand Rodeo that starts on March 2nd and runs through the 6th . . . Winnemucca will host its St Patrick’s Day Fair on March 12th at St. Pauls Catholic Church. . . Up on the Comstock in Virginia City come on out to the 25th Annual Rocky Mountain Oyster Fry on March 12th that starts at 10 am, the St. Patrick’s Day Parade will start at noon.
The very next week in Virginia City is charged up by a locals favorite, the
Mucker Madness Basketball Tournament that begins on March 18th and runs through the 20th . . . On March 26th in Virginia City goto the Easter Bonnet & Pet Parade . . . In Gardnerville the Saint Patrick’s Day Green Ball Bash Golf Tournament will be held on March 12th . . . Also in Carson Valley is the
Douglas-Carson Rodeo Club Rodeo on March 25th through the 27h . . . In Carson City feast yourself at the 13th Annual Crab Feed at the Carson City Community Center on March 5 . . . Also in Carson City see Lisa Lynne & Aryeh Frankfurter a multi-instrumentalist duo with Celtic
harps at the Brewery Arts Center on March 12th . . . Up at South Lake Tahoe check out The Banff Mountain Film Festival at MontBleu Resort on March 28th . . . The 2016 Amgen Tour of California Return to Lake Tahoe for Men’s and
Parting Shot —
Great Heron, Lake Mead —Alan Goya
