Showing posts with label laughlin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laughlin. Show all posts

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Not All Our Trips Are Worthy of Envy! Or: A Visit to a Roadside Trash-Heap!

by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

When you often write about having visited exciting spots like Hawaii, Australia, and Paris, its a good idea to be remind everyone that those are the exceptions rather than the rule.  Most of our time is often spent driving from city to city in the American west through the waste lands of the Mojave and Colorado deserts.  These drives can either be at speeds where nothing is noticable, such as on the I-15 and I-40, or at speeds where everything is noticeable as you bump your way along a non-graded road or snow plow your way through loose sand.


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Where do we find the incredible "archeological treasure" shown below?  

Cal-Nev-Ari, Nevada.  Yep, that is what they named this 278 resident, truck-stop, and small casino town, on the pretty empty 90 mile stretch of US 95 between the Nevada gambling meccas of Laughlin and Las Vegas.  I'm not being sarcastic about Laughlin; we like Laughlin.  Nice, clean, resort-style rooms in Laughlin are reasonably priced, have nice views of the Colorado River, decent food, and one of the few bars having my elixir of choice, La Fin Du Monde.  It was at the Aquarius, in Laughlin, that Joanie and I spent the night after my three-day torture session called the California Bar Exam (passed of course), and the last place and time we got drunk (July, 2010).  


The Aquarius Resort at Sunrise

Just keep in mind that back in April 2002, Laughlin was the scene of a deadly fight between two rival California motorcycle gangs, the Hells Angels and the Mongols. The fight broke out inside Harrah's Laughlin during the annual Laughlin River Run. Mongol Anthony Barrera, 43, was stabbed to death, and two Hells Angels, Jeramie Bell, 27, and Robert Tumelty, 50, were shot to death. Six members of the Hells Angels, as well as six members of the Mongols were sent to prison as a result of the event, and 36 other people had their charges dismissed.

We have written about this general area on several occasions before (Christmas Tree Pass; Willow Beach Big Horns.)


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Well, enough of the small talk...

This "dump" is apparently the ruins of a mine and the mine's support buildings.  We zoomed passed it one day on US93, thinking it was pure junk, but decided to come back the next day and check it out.  As can be seen by the position of the sun, this was late afternoon.


Looking Up Towards US93


Taken with a 10.5 mm
I like the barrel distortion produced by a 10.5 lens, though not enough to spend the $700 or so on the lens.  I tend to rent the lens from Samys Camera.


Sun Behind Ruins

Stairway to Nowhere


Sun Blocked

Wood Frame Construction


Messy!
Call the Roofer Please

Nice Coloring...I mean rust!


A Photo With Flare!

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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Halloween Tales in The Nevada and California Deserts

by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

I am not a big fan of Halloween.  I really lost my taste for Halloween, sometime after I was "egged" while walking home from Eric Brand's place to my own.  However, we at Dalmdad Landscape Photography try to "give the people what they want".  So, here are links to two Halloween stories: 

First, last year we have reported on:The Ghost Bus, The Finger and Phalli on an Arizona Highway.   This story has been repeated by chroniclers of strange Mojave Desert days and ways.  The story is not original to us.  However, next time you are in Laughlin watching the baccarat table and see a player with diabolical red eyes going all in, wonder if the player has the forces of evil on his side.

Second, we have presented a story inspired by deaths or ash spreadings known to occur near the Kwaaymii Overlook. Kwaaymii Mysteries is an entirely fictional tale, inspired by actual events the occur at the Overlook.

We hope you enjoy....
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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas Tree Pass

by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

 Christmas Tree Pass is in a corner of the Mojave Desert between Laughlin and Searchlight, Nevada.

The entrance to Christmas Tree Pass is located about seven miles west of Laughlin. The graded, dirt road of this pass runs through a ruggedly beautiful canyon rich with wildlife and petroglyphs. The canyon is part of Lake Mead National Recreation Area, and the trek via car from NV State 163 to NV State 95 takes about 45 minutes. About two miles in from 163, is an unmarked side road to Grapevine Canyon. The lush plant growth in this canyon is in sharp contrast to the stark, surrounding hillsides. A short hike up Grapevine Canyon, visitors will find a small desert spring which flows almost year round. This spring not only allows certain plants to grow here, but also provides a water source for bighorn sheep and other animals. The petroglyphs on the canyon's sheer rock walls also indicate the presence of ancient inhabitants as early as A.D. 1100. Spirit Mountain, the highest peak in the Newberry Mountain range, rises to an elevation of 5,639 feet and looms above the canyon. This mountain, considered the beginning of creation, is a sacred place to Indian tribes in Southern Nevada and has become the first Indian land in the state to be placed on the National Register of Historic Places.
Here are pictures of the area from when I was there in 2011...

Christmas Tree Pass, Southern Nevada (heavily processed/experimental)

Christmas Tree Pass, Southern Nevada

Christmas Tree Pass, Southern Nevada

Christmas Tree Pass, Southern Nevada

Christmas Tree Pass, Southern Nevada

Christmas Tree Pass, Southern Nevada


Christmas Tree Pass, Southern Nevada
 

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Ghost Bus, The Finger and Phalli on an Arizona Highway

by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

Outside Bullhead City, AZ: Union Pass is the highpoint on highway AZ68 as the road passes through the Black Mountains between the flatness of the Colorado River valley at Laughlin, NV/Bullhead City, AZ and the flatness of Golden Valley outside of Kingman, AZ. The Union Pass area is reportedly on the route of a haunted bus carrying 48 elderly gamblers ridiculously insistent upon making it from Phoenix to the Laughlin, NV casinos and that disappeared in the area in the early 1990's. The story first appeared in a blog entry by Jim Cook (the self-proclaimed 'Official State Liar of Arizona') at wickenberg-az.com, on October 27, 2003.

The original Cook version of the ghost bus story, long and twisted, says:
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Bus 777 groaned onto I-40, rolled through Kingman, and found its way to Arizona 68, going west toward Laughlin. This was the home stretch. Impatient passengers began getting ready to exit the bus and make a break for the casinos, which were still a good 30 minutes away.
As the bus climbed the grade toward Union Pass, it really began losing power. Union Pass is a gateway through the Black Mountains, named for members of the Union Of Pioneer Pass Builders, who completed it in 1851.
Once through the pass, Arizona 68 swoops down to the Colorado River and the bridge to Laughlin. Joe [the driver] was having a hard time coaxing the bus the last few hundred yards to the summit of Union Pass.
Finally, he pulled onto the shoulder and told the passengers, “This is it, folks. The bus won’t go anymore.”
The passengers mutinied. Joe remembers Danny advancing on him, a malevolent look on his face. Danny’s eyes were slits of hot coals, and his pointed ears had turned red.
Joe remembers standing dazed beside the road as passengers pushed bus 777 over Union Pass and clambered aboard as it started down the west side, out of his view. The passengers had taken his shoes.
A tourist from Iowa, driving up toward Union Pass from the river, said he saw the bus speeding down the grade toward him. It went around a curve where a small hill hid it from view–and it never emerged.
When he got to the place where he should have met the bus, there was nothing–no bus, no skid marks, no debris, nothing.
That was the last sighting of bus 777 in this world. Lawmen combed the arroyos along Arizona 68 for days, but not so much as a skid mark or piece of chrome was ever found.
Another -more dramatic... and embellished- version of the ghost bus story appeared in 2010 at a website dedicated to UFO and Paranormal News, and included melodramatic detail:
Through a mire of heat, Joe recognized his bus, Number 777, now being pushed uphill by a gaggle of demons resembling his most recent passengers. At the helm of the vehicle was the old man-turned-Devil who had led the mutiny. An evil smile gracing his black lips, the senior citizen-cum-incubus glared back at the bus driver.
It was then Joe noticed the "icing on the cake." Those blue-haired bastards had stolen his shoes. Barefoot and confused, the coach operator watched as the troupe of fiends pushed the deceased bus to the crest of Union Pass.
 And of the bus,, also called the "Grim Weeper", the 2010 story reported that:
The vehicular apparition appears suddenly in your rear-view mirror, headlights ablaze, purportedly weeping molten chrome. Without warning, the behemoth devours your car, as you fight to retain sanity. Clearing your front bumper, the beast dissolves into the roadway illuminated by your headlights. The vacant seats inside your automobile become inexplicably occupied by ghostly passengers. Before you've wrangled your car to the side of the road, your otherworldly travel companions have vanished. You're left along the shoulder of a darkened highway, in the middle of nowhere, wondering if that signpost up ahead reads, "The Twilight Zone."

<< -  to Bullhead City ---------------------------------- to Kingman ->>

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AZ 68 curves its way through and passes ...depending on the tilt of your imagination...a variety of provocatively shaped rock formations as it travels through the Black Mountain's Union Pass.  The Black Mountains are not actually black, nor are they actually mountains.  Well, ok, they actually are mountains.  The Black Mountain Range is of volcanic origin and runs 75 miles north-south just east of the Colorado River and peak out at Mount Perkins (5456 ft).  The Black Mountains are frequently seen rising above the green waters of the Colorado River.  Quiet little Oatman, AZ, the "free range burro" capitol of the world, is nestled up at about 2710 ft. on old US66 in a Black Mountain pass.  The "needles formation", which give the town of Needles, CA, its name, are not part of the Black Mountain Range; rather, they are part of the Mohave Mountain Range.
AZ68 Climbing Union Pass From the West




"The Finger" in the Distance
A first rock formation, first seen from quite a bit away, gives so-inclined viewers the impression of the exposed middle finger.  The flipped filthy finger flash becomes even more pointed at you as the road closes in on the rock formation.

As you get real close, you have an opportunity for a second impression.  It does not take a PHD in Geology or abstract art, to see nature flipping you off as you drive buy. Yes, Mother Nature is calling you a Mother $%#&.  The formation is called "Thumb Butte" on the Davis Dam 1:100,000 Quad Topographic Map of 1982.
"The Finger" of AZ68 Up Close

Thumb Butte from an entirely different angle with better lighting

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A second rock formation right along the shoulder of the highway has an even more perverse appearance.

Even before I took the picture of this second formation, I certainly had a "naughty" subject in mind.  When I posted the picture on Flickr, I gave the picture the intriguing, but tame (or lame?), title of "Interesting?"  I did not give the picture any overtly suggestive or explicit title or id tags.  I don't want my Fickr stream labelled anything other than safe.  However, that did not stop someone else from taking a more explicit approach.


An "interesting" looking rock formation on AZ68

Not long (actually very shortly) after my version of the picture was posted to Flickr., someone outside my Flickr network saw the picture, tagged it "circumcision", and added it to her group "Circumcision."  The someone goes under the name "I wasn't circumcised - Lucky being a girl." 


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All this action on a 27 mile strip of highway...