Last Friday, March 12, Rod and I headed out from cold and snowy Ruby Valley to the warmth of southern Nevada. We pulled out around 5:30 pm once he was home from work, and decided to brave the southern route, which shaves one hour off of our trip, even though there were unmaintained rough dirt roads we'd have to traverse. This was unchartered territory for us thus far, but Eric and Lowell assured us we'd be okay. Well, fifteen miles south of the refuge we started to have our serious doubts. After navigating several miles of muddy slushy sloppy roads, we felt we were at the point of no return, so we gritted our teeth, said our prayers, and continued into the quagmire ahead of us, hoping to come out on the other side. Though there are several ranches north of the refuge, there was only one we knew of south, the Blue Jay Ranch. We soon happened upon it, and I made a quick glance at the mileage, so that if we became bogged down somewhere on down the road I'd know how far we had to walk back to that ranch. By now it was twilight, which added to our uncertainty. We eventually (white knuckled and hearts fluttering) popped out by the Bald Mountain mine, where the roads we were told began to be maintained again. The timing was perfect - a mine employee happened to be walking from his truck to the office, so Rod leapt out and ran through 18 inches of piled up snow and scrambled over a barbed-wire fence to pick his brain about what was to come. He assured us the roads were fine from there on out, and said he'd be leaving later, so if we had trouble he'd find us. Relief! I was worried we may be spending the weekend out there until Jeff happened by us on Monday on his way down to Vegas!
On our way, we not only encountered the infamous "black cows" on the road (imagine traveling down the road at a pretty good clip, in pitch black because you're in such isolation there are no lights of any kind, and realizing - well, hopefully you realize in time - that there is an extremely large jet black object standing before you), but I saw my first "wild horses" - five of them. Three hours before making Las Vegas, I noticed a glow off on the southern horizon. We speculated - Rod wondered it we could possibly be seeing remnants of the setting sun even after 9 pm, but it was in the wrong direction... - and decided it had to be a large city. Las Vegas? Surely not - could we really be seeing Vegas lights three hours out?!? Sure enough, we followed that glow all the way in - what. a. site. Sin City should be named "City of Lights". We'd never seen anything like it. As we crested a ridge, down in the valley was the most spectacular collection of lights we had ever seen. The dichotomy between the stark barren desert we'd been driving through for hours and this was staggering.
But, Las Vegas wasn't our destination, not for tonight. We continued south, to one of the southern most towns in Nevada, Laughlin, near the confluence of Nevada, Arizona and California. We stayed at Don Laughlin's, for whom the town is named, Riverside Casino. We were there to enjoy the Wings and Wildlife Festival, and see a new part of our new state. Over the course of the next two days we went on two nature walks - Grapevine Canyon, where we saw some magnificent petroglyphs and I got a lifer Sage Thrasher, and a walk along the Colorado River with some very friendly birders - and took a 3 hour water taxi ride up and down the river with another group of birders. The weather was amazing - sun, sun and more sun - although we about froze to death on the boat. THIS is really what I was here for!
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On Monday we leisurely slept in before heading north towards Las Vegas, where we'd spend the week. We stopped in Boulder City at Hemenway Park in an attempt to see the Bighorn Sheep which graze at times around the ball fields, but to no avail. Then headed north of Vegas to the Corn Creek Station of Desert National Wildlife Refuge (the largest refuge in the lower 48), where Rod has his first meeting at 2:30. While he worked, I played (all week, really). I birded around the station for the next 2.5 hours, seeing such birds as Phainopepla and Townsend's Solitaire. I met Becky, the wife of another FWS employee, also a birder and a botanist, who would become my companion for the week.
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Once the meeting was over, we headed to the Red Rock Rescrt Hotel and Casino - WOW. I'll say it again - WOW. Hands down the most posh place we've ever stayed (of course, that's not saying much when we gravitate towards Motel 6's where we can have our dogs!). A full mini-bar, flat-screen plasma, jacuzzi with a TV over it, telephone by the toilet, leather-paneled walls, granite tiled bathroom, more pillows on the king-sized bed than we knew where to put them all... we felt like royalty! And if we chose, we'd never have to leave - several restaurants, a movie theatre, a bowling alley, and of course - slot machines. We did try our hand one night - we each got $3 from the casino, and put in $10 of our own. We walked away (well, rather, ROD walked away, I'm no good at it!) with $29. A $19 profit? Not too shabby.
Tuesday Becky and I visted Henderson Bird Preserve - a collection of 9 ponds absolutely TEEMING with birds. It was an amazing place. Wednesday we took a guided hike at Red Rock Canyon on the Moenkopi trail - more great sunshine and warmth! Wednesday night there was a retirement party at a restaurant for Marti, who we owe Rod's job to. I had the chance to meet some of the FWS employees for this region for the first time. Everyone was SUPER friendly, and I made a really good contact of someone who, oddly, used to live at Ruby Lake and knows a coauthor of mine at Hawk Mountain Sanctuary. Thursday it was back to Red Rock Canyon to hike the Lost Creek and Oak Creek trails. Then yesterday it was time to call an end to our vacation - sigh. After another leisurely morning, we ambled northwards, stopping at Pahranagat NWR. Funny story - the first bite Rod ever got on a FWS job was the manager position at Pahranagat. After he interviewed, we got pretty excited, researching the area. Of course, he didn't get the job, but yesterday we got to visit the refuge that we once thought we may be at.
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On our drive home, we saw our first elk - three of them - standing off the roadside. We continue to be amazed (and a little intimidated) at the sheer vastness of this state, of the west. You could really get in trouble out here! We would literally drive for HOURS - sometimes on highways, sometimes on dirt roads - and not see another soul. Not what we're used to back home!
I am pleasantly suprised today to see that most of our snow has melted while we were away, and that the high today is 52 and tomorrow is 58! Is spring really on its way???
On our way, we not only encountered the infamous "black cows" on the road (imagine traveling down the road at a pretty good clip, in pitch black because you're in such isolation there are no lights of any kind, and realizing - well, hopefully you realize in time - that there is an extremely large jet black object standing before you), but I saw my first "wild horses" - five of them. Three hours before making Las Vegas, I noticed a glow off on the southern horizon. We speculated - Rod wondered it we could possibly be seeing remnants of the setting sun even after 9 pm, but it was in the wrong direction... - and decided it had to be a large city. Las Vegas? Surely not - could we really be seeing Vegas lights three hours out?!? Sure enough, we followed that glow all the way in - what. a. site. Sin City should be named "City of Lights". We'd never seen anything like it. As we crested a ridge, down in the valley was the most spectacular collection of lights we had ever seen. The dichotomy between the stark barren desert we'd been driving through for hours and this was staggering.
But, Las Vegas wasn't our destination, not for tonight. We continued south, to one of the southern most towns in Nevada, Laughlin, near the confluence of Nevada, Arizona and California. We stayed at Don Laughlin's, for whom the town is named, Riverside Casino. We were there to enjoy the Wings and Wildlife Festival, and see a new part of our new state. Over the course of the next two days we went on two nature walks - Grapevine Canyon, where we saw some magnificent petroglyphs and I got a lifer Sage Thrasher, and a walk along the Colorado River with some very friendly birders - and took a 3 hour water taxi ride up and down the river with another group of birders. The weather was amazing - sun, sun and more sun - although we about froze to death on the boat. THIS is really what I was here for!
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On Monday we leisurely slept in before heading north towards Las Vegas, where we'd spend the week. We stopped in Boulder City at Hemenway Park in an attempt to see the Bighorn Sheep which graze at times around the ball fields, but to no avail. Then headed north of Vegas to the Corn Creek Station of Desert National Wildlife Refuge (the largest refuge in the lower 48), where Rod has his first meeting at 2:30. While he worked, I played (all week, really). I birded around the station for the next 2.5 hours, seeing such birds as Phainopepla and Townsend's Solitaire. I met Becky, the wife of another FWS employee, also a birder and a botanist, who would become my companion for the week.
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Once the meeting was over, we headed to the Red Rock Rescrt Hotel and Casino - WOW. I'll say it again - WOW. Hands down the most posh place we've ever stayed (of course, that's not saying much when we gravitate towards Motel 6's where we can have our dogs!). A full mini-bar, flat-screen plasma, jacuzzi with a TV over it, telephone by the toilet, leather-paneled walls, granite tiled bathroom, more pillows on the king-sized bed than we knew where to put them all... we felt like royalty! And if we chose, we'd never have to leave - several restaurants, a movie theatre, a bowling alley, and of course - slot machines. We did try our hand one night - we each got $3 from the casino, and put in $10 of our own. We walked away (well, rather, ROD walked away, I'm no good at it!) with $29. A $19 profit? Not too shabby.
Tuesday Becky and I visted Henderson Bird Preserve - a collection of 9 ponds absolutely TEEMING with birds. It was an amazing place. Wednesday we took a guided hike at Red Rock Canyon on the Moenkopi trail - more great sunshine and warmth! Wednesday night there was a retirement party at a restaurant for Marti, who we owe Rod's job to. I had the chance to meet some of the FWS employees for this region for the first time. Everyone was SUPER friendly, and I made a really good contact of someone who, oddly, used to live at Ruby Lake and knows a coauthor of mine at Hawk Mountain Sanctuary. Thursday it was back to Red Rock Canyon to hike the Lost Creek and Oak Creek trails. Then yesterday it was time to call an end to our vacation - sigh. After another leisurely morning, we ambled northwards, stopping at Pahranagat NWR. Funny story - the first bite Rod ever got on a FWS job was the manager position at Pahranagat. After he interviewed, we got pretty excited, researching the area. Of course, he didn't get the job, but yesterday we got to visit the refuge that we once thought we may be at.
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On our drive home, we saw our first elk - three of them - standing off the roadside. We continue to be amazed (and a little intimidated) at the sheer vastness of this state, of the west. You could really get in trouble out here! We would literally drive for HOURS - sometimes on highways, sometimes on dirt roads - and not see another soul. Not what we're used to back home!
I am pleasantly suprised today to see that most of our snow has melted while we were away, and that the high today is 52 and tomorrow is 58! Is spring really on its way???




















