My Nevada

There’s a whole lot more to Nevada than the Vegas strip and tan stretches of sand along I-80. Here’s what my Nevada looks like.

The unpaved Toquima Range Road, heading east through the Big Smoky Valley toward the Monitors.

A bunch of yearlings munching on stubble in a pivot near the base of the Toiyabe Mountains. Can you see why I moved to Nevada five years ago and never left?

And a close-up. Notice all the tumbleweeds. That’s how you know you’re in the Wild West. Or my front yard, which is Tumbleweed Central for some dumb reason.

Nope, you sure can’t see this from the Strip.

A cute li’l banana horned heifer. She wants to be roped. My husband just knows it.

A cowboy getting ready for his workday.

Neighbor Jake trotting behind some bred heifers.

Why hello, Handsome! Are you taken? Oh, you are? By me?! Sweet, I can’t wait to go home now!

A snaffle bit colt with a great big ol’ silver concho.

So, there ya have it: a little photographic info on the Silver State and why it’s my favorite place in the US. But shhhh, don’t tell anyone, or they’ll all move here and get it all populated and civilized. Nobody wants that.