It was almost Halloween. At the entrance to Wildrose Canyon and a trail through the mighty Panamint mountain range, the western border of Death Valley, a sign in bold black letters read CLOSED.
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
Unlike the numerous other mining towns in the Northern Mojave, Greenwater was built not because of a gold or silver strike, but for a copper strike over 110 years ago.
This Meandering begins with a cruise north that started along Santa Fe Drive at Avenue 24, which parallels the railroad tracks to Le Grand and that town’s old depot.
This could be a two or three-part series considering the number of abandoned and “lost” mines in the Northern Mojave.
As my gal, my son, and I waited in the lobby of John Ascuaga’s Nugget Hotel and Casino in Sparks, Nevada, I thought of my childhood from age 8 to around 15.
Last week marked the 70th anniversary of the end of World War II in Europe and with an early Memorial Day, also last week, we honored our fallen heroes, men and women in all branches of the military who foug
I have taken a lot of people to the desert, and for various reasons, over the past 35 odd (sometimes very odd) years.