by Daniel Montero
In my last post I introduced my dear readers to the whirlwind that has been the grand ol’ month of me, February. When I last left you, Larry and I had just hiked up into the twisted rock gardens I call The Pillars.
Feathers and a Day with My Mom
The next morning we were due back in Reno, but were in no rush to make the drive back, so we dawdled about in the morning, seeing about helping with clearing old dead willows and junk, but mostly just finding peacock feathers. My mom then came and asked if we would go out and do a little scouting in preview of the upcoming winter gather, so we piled into her truck: my mom, Belle and Sissy on the blanket behind the seat, Barney in her lap, Renee in the middle with Larry alternating between our laps for an excursion up Cherry Creek. My mother is not a person who stops to visit a lot, so this was a really unique opportunity. She has spent her entire adult life (really more even, she was just 20 when she arrived a new bride at the ranch). There is not a piece of this mountain that she has not traversed and most of it has stories: stories of wayward cattle, lost horses, errant children, faithful dogs. So driving the range with her is not only crossing landscape, but also traveling through time. But time does move and we got back to the ranch and packed up for the drive back to Reno.
Larry Gets a Hair Cut
Larry (and, some would argue, Dan) has been in need of a haircut for a while, so it was a super treat to my birthday month that on Monday Renee was able to make him an appointment (same day, no less, lucky for us). We have never really seen him with short hair and it’s been really shaggy this winter, so it was a wonder to see him all cleaned up. You can tell he is happy for the change and is just so adorable and cute that the amount of hygge in our household has gone into super overdrive.
Nighttime walks on Rattlesnake Mountain
This one goes back, really, to Valentines Day, when Renee made a special delicious crock pot meal. Before she got off work we took off from our house and climbed Rattlesnake Mountain in the dark, and then she met us and we did the Huffaker Hills loop before going home to have a great home cooked meal. But throughout the month Larry and I have been going back to walking up there in the dark, three times I think, including tonight, when we visited what I call the Peace Shrine on the northnermost edge of the summit ridge.
An Evening with Willy Vlautin
On Friday a different kind of exploration, to our favorite local bookstore, Sundance Books and Music, to see Reno native author Willy Vlautin read from his new novel, Don’t Skip out on Me and sing songs and just generally put on a really great performance. We were a little late so squeezed up on the staircase, but there wasn’t a bad seat in the house and later we got him to talk with him just a bit about, of things, Robert Laxalt’s boxing days.
Into the hinterlands in the cold and some snow
Some work days and the last weekend of the month was upon us. It has been bitter cold in Reno and while we really wanted to get out and explore, setting up our tent just did not sound fun, so instead we decided to really rough it, on Saturday we called and reserved a room at the Cold Springs Motel in Cold Springs on Highway 50. We had never tried it before and a chance to explore some parts of Nevada that we haven’t. We drove out in the afternoon. In no rush, we just stopped along the way, including a stop at Sand Mountain. Usually a bustling hive of off-roaders, the cold wind had caused a lull and for a short space we had the entire shifting sand to ourselves.
That night, lo and behold, it snowed, we enjoyed dinner at Cold Spring and woke to a white wonderland. We spent the day exploring along Highway 50 and then south along the highway from Middlegate to Gabbs.
This blog is dedicated to stories and ideas from our explorations. We hope you enjoy!
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