It might be hard to believe that beyond Sin City, Nevada has some of the nation’s blackest skies. The darkness is so deep that rural regions get national attention for their “real” stargazing.
It’s Nevada’s longest historical mystery. Is the cannon that explorer John C. Fremont dumped in the Sierra Nevada in 1844 still lost in the West Walker River, or is it sitting on an exhibit floor at the Nevada State Museum in Carson City?
It’s probably somewhat surprising in itself that Nevada has a state grass. What may be more surprising is that it’s not Bermudagrass or Zoysiagrass or even the artificial turf that’s taking root (or not) all over the area. It’s Indian ricegrass.
Lying just south of Carson City, here one finds the lush, green, 20-mile long Carson Valley dotted with ranches covered by grazing cattle. And 1,400 feet above the valley floor lies the southern half of Lake Tahoe, with some of the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Four years before Hollywood actor Ronald Reagan became California governor, Nevada had its own celebrity who tried to cash in on his name to become governor in his adopted state.
What’s black and blue and lumpy all over?