The people of Ely and White Pine County, Nevada, are proud of the area’s rich history, as they should be.
Murals along Ely’s main street and inside the Hotel Nevada show scenes from the past.
Pony Express (Note the telegraph wires going up,)
Rather than me posting several photos of murals, if interested, do a search for “images of Hotel Nevada murals.” See if you can find the . . . um . . . lady with the peek-a-boo pantaloons. Shocking!
Basque shepherd (No, the peek-a-boo pantaloons aren’t in this mural!)
In the previous post I promised to show photos of the old railroad depot and museum. I do want the railroad buffs to be happy so here they are!
East Ely Railroad Museum
But I don’t feel like talking about the old train depot and the museum. I’ll stick the train and museum photos in between other stuff, okay?
Somebody knew how to make their luggage easy to find!
Wow! Did you see the comments under the previous post?
I turn everything over to my readers while I enjoy a break from commenting. Well, I don’t know how the word gets around. Someone must have whispered across the blogosphere, “Hey, RVSue’s not here. It’s time to PAR-TEEE!”
As I type this there are over 340 reader comments written under the previous post.
What fun for me to sit back, relax, and learn more about those who read my blog. I hope it’s fun for you, too. What a great group of goodhearted, helpful, interesting people come here!
You can see what I’m talking about by clicking here .
Railroad Express Agency
You know something? It’s pretty darned hard to write something interesting in between a bunch of railroad photos. Let’s see . . .
View from the depot’s platform
Our camp at Ward Mountain Campground continues to be a quiet, peaceful camp.
No one is here and rarely does anyone drive through the campground or the road leading to it, except for the forest service occasionally. Of course, the lack of campers is because of the cold.
Bridget and Reggie going down the steps at the railroad depot.
I don’t mind the cold.
It’s a rare experience ever since I retired and it became possible for me to choose where I want to live on any given day. This touch of winter is a nice change and I love change!
I run the Wave 3 propane heater a lot.
Some days I have it on all day. Usually it becomes too warm inside by mid-afternoon. I turn it off for a few hours and then fire it back up before the evening chill returns. I always turn it off to sleep.
Kennecott Utah Copper Corporation?
Overnight lows have been in the high 20s with daytime highs in the 30s to 50s. No problem with pipes freezing (knock on fiberglass!).
That building reminds me of one-room schoolhouses.
This post is as dull as dirt in a pile and it’s going nowhere.
Here’s another railroad pic. I can’t take it anymore. I’m going for a walk with Reggie and Bridget. See ya’ later!
A train and train tracks. . . z-z-z-z-z-z-zzzzz.
Wednesday, April 8
Reggie stirs from under the covers and proceeds to lick my face, burrow his nose into my neck, jump on my shoulder, dig into my head, and growl while he wiggles his tail. He knows I’m not asleep. I was up earlier to turn on the heater.
“Okay, Reggie, I get the message.”
I sit up laughing as Reggie excitedly jumps back and forth over the sleeping Bridget. I slip my feet into my Bearpaw boots. I put Reggie into his sweater and clip the leash to his collar. No point in waking Bridget this early.
Grabbing my coat, I open the door of the Best Little Trailer and . . .
Snow! Again!
Our campsite’s picnic tables in the early morning light
The step has a layer of snow on it about 2-3 inches deep.
“Hold on, Reggie. Let me get the broom first.”
I close the door to keep Reggie inside while I sweep off the step and blue mat.
I’m glad I put the lounger and the rest of the mat in the PTV yesterday. . .
It’s a very light, fluffy snow, easy to sweep.
“Okay, Reggie Man. You can come out now.”
I take hold of his leash before stepping inside for the camera.
Then we go outside.
“What happened, little guy?”
“Oh my gosh, look at the PTV!”
Needless to say — but I’ll say it anyway — it’s COLD!
“Let’s make this quick, Reggie.”
Like I said, not one other camper here. . . hmmm . . . .
“C’mon, Reg. You can do it. We’ll sight-see later. Do your business . . . please!”
See the depth of the snow on the campsite post?
“Way to go! We have lift-off!
Together Reggie and I sprint to the BLT.
Bridget isn’t quite awake yet.
I caress her cheek with the back of my hand.
“Keep sleeping, honey. It’s early.”
The glassy-eyed stare of a semi-conscious Bridget
I make a pot of coffee and flip on the computer.
After several minutes, I feel eyes in the side of my head.
Reggie is concerned when I stare at the computer or the Paperwhite.
“I’m okay, sweetie,” I reassure him as I kiss his head and pull the covers around him. “I’m checking the blog. Go back to sleep.”
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The snow melts quickly around our home.
