The Bog Lady

By November 5, 2019 November 18th, 2019 Campsites, Excursions

With our three nights at Page Springs behind us, we headed up the escarpment and south for NW Nevada’s drier and more open territory.  The Black Rock Desert has been described as America’s biggest chunk of nothing, but its mystique and grandeur (as well as the promise of hidden hot springs) was too great to be denied.

We had already surmised we should stop at every glimmer of a gas station due to the availability of dinosaur wine out toward the desert. When we spied the sign for Fields (the smallest font on the map) we pulled in, prepared for the sticker shock.

What we weren’t prepared for was a smashing burger and 2lb milkshake served to us; prepped, cooked and vended by an inked-up woman running the whole show out in that lonely land.

While we supped, I talked to the weight and measures man working the old-timey pumps.  When he mentioned a hot spring just across the state line on a private ranch that allows public access, we decided that might just be worth a shot for the evening.

A few miles west of Denio Junction, a dirt road led into the sage.  We looked carefully for the steam that would show us the way to the spring, and sure enough, we found it!

A chalky field bordered some incredibly hot seeps that flowed into an old irrigation ditch.  We arrived before sunset, and had just enough time to walk the creek and find a hole both deep and cool enough to soak.

We were the only folks within miles, and with the spring 20 feet from the front door, we had a soothing and revitalizing evening soaking way into the wee hours.  I woke at 4am and slid back in, to watch Orion pirouette above my head as dawn cracked over the Black Rock Range.

As dawn rose, four peculiar little clouds let down their futile dose of desert rain.  We were relaxed as jellyfish, and duly spent the morning plotting our further path before wrapping it all up and heading west on 140 to the Sheldon Antelope Refuge.

Before we left, we had to pry Denver from the dirt.  The guy was grey with desert gumbo, and little did he know, he had a shower in store for him before we left!

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