Showing posts with label Death Valley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death Valley. Show all posts

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Pupfish sightings


Ash Meadows, Amargosa Valley

My first introduction to desert pupfish was in the early 1970s when I wandered across the saltflats from Badwater, Death Valley, following a dry salt stream, when I got to the other side of the saltflats, beneath Telescope Peak, there was a nascent aster-choked stream, Salt Creek, with tiny minnow-like fish. But some were as blue as peacock feathers, they were busy attacking my toes. So I had to know what they were. 

For years, I thought there was only one species of pupfish. Cyprinodon salinus. Ya seen one, ya seen 'em all. Was I ever wrong. There are actually two subspecies in Death Valley, once the pluvial bed of Lake Manly, Cyprinodon salinus salinus, and the northern subspecies, Cyprinodon salinus milleri.

Devil's Hole, Amargosa Valley
The Mojave Desert (SoCal & SW NV) is home to at least five species of pupfish, maybe more: Death Valley pupfish, Cyprinodon salinus, Cyprinodon nevadensis, Armagosa pupfish,  Devil's Hole pupfish Cyprinodon diabolis.  Owens pupfish, Cyprinodon radiosus, and on the other side of the Sierras, Desert pupfish (Cyprinodon macularis).

You're probably wondering, what the heck is a pupfish? A pupfish is a relic species from another epoch, left over from the Pleistocene era when the greater American Southwest was lush, and vast lakes and wetlands dominated the landscape. When the waters began to recede, leaving behind what we now call the Mojave desert, the pupfish survived by retreating into fossil water seeps and springs, many of which are saline hot springs. 

Friday, May 5, 2017

Ghost town, Rhyolite, Nevada (photos)




In a once remote sector of southwest Nevada, on the border of California's Death Valley, stands a sentinel, the concrete ruins of a town that was built to outdo Chicago. This Lily of the West, once Nevada's largest city, took the moniker, Rhyolite, after a vein of rare rose-colored granite discovered at the site.

Rhyolite, at the northern end of the Amargosa Desert, was founded in 1904, in the Bullfrog Hills of Nye County, Nevada. Prospectors Eddie Cross and Frank "Shorty" Harris's discovery of gold attracted the attention of eastern industrialists and became a magnet for swindlers and unscrupulous promoters.

Said "Shorty":
The best strike I ever made was in 1904 when I discovered the Rhyolite and Bullfrog district... Ed Cross was there waiting for his partner, Frank Howard, to bring some supplies from the inside. For some reason Howard had been delayed, and Cross was low on grub....
When I reached the burros, they were right on the spot where the Bullfrog mine was afterwards located. Two hundred feet away was a ledge of rock with some copper stains on it. I walked over and broke off a piece with my pick—and gosh, I couldn’t believe my own eyes. The chunks of gold were so big that I could see them at arm’s length—regular jewelry stone! ... Right then, it seemed to me that the whole mountain was gold.
I let out a yell: “...Ed we’ve got the world by the tail, or else we’re coppered!” —Half a Century Chasing Rainbows, Frank "Shorty" Harris, as told to Phillip Johnston
It all began as a small camp called Bullfrog. Then another tent camp, Rhyolite, sprung up a mile north. Rhyolite camp hosted saloons, eateries, and boarding houses—all in lean-tos and tents. The first post office (a 10-x-12' tent) opened for business on May 19, 1905. Rhyolite was on the map, so to speak. The first real building constructed in Rhyolite was the two-story Southern Hotel. (Rhyolite-Nevada Ghost Town)

According to "Shorty":
The rock was green, almost like turquoise, spotted with big chunks of yellow metal, and looked a lot like the back of a frog. This gave us an idea for naming our claim, so we called it the Bullfrog. —Half a Century Chasing Rainbows, Frank "Shorty" Harris, as told to Phillip Johnston
Thousands flooded the Bullfrog Mining District to stake a claim and strike it rich. No less than eighty-five mining companies, with over 2000 claims, were active in the hills within a 30-mile radius of the town. The Montgomery Shoshone Mine hosted a rich strike of ore that promised to make everyone rich as Croesus. Said "Shorty":
It’s a might strange thing how fast the news of a strike travels. You can go into a town after you’ve made one, meet a friend on the street, and take him into your hotel room and lock the door. Then, after he has taken a nip from your bottle, you can whisper the news very softly in his ear. Before you can get out on the street, you’ll see men running around like excited ants that have had a handful of sugar poured on their nest....
I’ve seen some gold rushes in my time that were hummers, but nothing like that stampede....  It looked like the whole population of Goldfield was trying to move at once. —Half a Century Chasing Rainbows, Frank "Shorty" Harris, as told to Phillip Johnston
In its heyday, Rhyolite, hosted a fluctuating population of 3500+, some say the population swelled to 10,000 during the gold rush. Rhyolite reached its zenith in 1907 and 1908—with a population of squatters and citizens estimated to be between 8,000 and 12,000. Within seven years it was a ghost town.

Frank "Shorty" Harris & Eddie Cross were the first to strike gold in the Bullfrog District and named their mine "Bullfrog" due to the green color of the ore. The town symbol was a penguin. It represented the enigma of gold mining. "As much chance of finding gold in the desert as finding a penguin." —Rhyolite Historic Gold Mine Town Site, BLM brochure
Bullfrog Miner, Nevada Historical Society photo

Thanks to investor Charles Schwab, Rhyolite had electric lights, three water companies, three public swimming pools, telephones, cement sidewalks,  three newspapers, a miner's union hospital, a school, an opera house, an ice cream parlour, and a stock exchange.
In 1906 Countess Morajeski opened the Alaska Glacier Ice Cream Parlor to the delight of the local citizenry. Rhyolite Ghost Town - Death Valley National Park
Rhyolite was so wealthy it was served by three stage lines, including the first auto stage, the Tonopah and Goldfield Auto Company; and three railroad lines, the Tonopah & Tidewater Railroad, the Bullfrog-Goldfield Railroad, and the Las Vegas & Tonopah Railroad. As many as a hundred train cars waited at the depots with incoming freight, and reloaded with gold-laden ore.

Sweet water was a rare commodity in the Armagosa Desert (the salt-laden Armagosa River was bitter) and fresh water was hauled in and sold at  $2 to $5 a barrel. But by June of 1905, Rhyolite had an efficient water system replete with water mains. It was a build it and they will come mentality (which later worked for Las Vegas).
A network of 400 electric streetlight poles were installed to light Rhyolite twenty-four hours a day. Rhyolite-Nevada Ghost Town
During its heyday, Rhyolite also supported 50 saloons, 35 gambling tables, numerous brothels and cribs, two score boarding houses, 16 restaurants and eateries, 6 barbers, a public bath house, four newspaper plants, and a weekly newspaper, the Rhyolite Herald.
There were hotels, stores, a school for 250 children, an ice plant, two electric plants, foundries and machine shops and even a miner’s union hospital. Rhyolite Ghost Town - Death Valley National Park


HD & LD Porter Brothers' Rhyolite Emporium, built in 1906, sold everything needed in the mining town. The Porter brothers had three stores in California, they hauled goods from Ballarat, across Death Valley. The store slogan was "We handle all things but whiskey." Note that it's the Irish spelling of whiskey. Gives you a demographic hint as to the ethnic background of the clientele.

 Overbury Bank, Nevada Historical Society photo 

Across from the Rhyolite Emporium was the Overbury Bank, erected in 1907, at a cost of $45,000, it had electric lights and indoor plumbing, a luxury at the time.



Rhyolite's two-story, brick eight-room school was the second school built. The first school was erected in 1906 without taking an accurate headcount of how many children actually lived in the town (90). By May of 1907, the kiddie ranks swelled to 250.

So a second school with an auditorium upstairs, was constructed in 1909, on a grand scale to accommodate the children. It was short-lived and never filled to capacity as people fled the town in droves after the 1907 financial panic in the east, following the 1906 quake in San Francisco.

The 1904-1907 Nevada Gold Rush was centered around three short-lived boom-towns: Goldfield, Tonopah, and Rhyolite..Rhyolite's prosperity ended permanently when the mines played out in 1909. By 1910, overnight the population had shrunk to 600 souls. By 1916 the light and power were shut off for good and the town went dark.

Stock exchange, Nevada Historical Society photo
According to "Shorty," 
Stock speculation—that’s what killed Rhyolite! The promoters got impatient. They figured that money could be made faster by getting gold from the pockets of suckers than by digging it out of the hills. And so, when the operators of the Montgomery-Shoshone had a little trouble; when they ran into water and struck a sulphite ore which is refactory, and has to be cut and roasted to be turned into money—the bottom dropped out of the stock market and the town busted wide open, She died quick, too. —Half a Century Chasing Rainbows, Frank "Shorty" Harris, as told to Phillip Johnston



    John Cook & Co. Bank on Golden St. Nevada Historical Society photo

The John S. Cook & Co. Bank, erected in 1908, on Golden Street was an ostentatious elaborate affair with imported Italian marble stairs, imported stained-glass windows, luxurious amenities including lighting and steam heating, and cost $90,000 to build. The bank was 3 stories tall, plus a basement for the the post office. The bank housed brokerage offices, a stock exchange, and the Board of Trade.

Ryolite in 1909, Desert Magazine (Feb 1959) 

When the gold mine panned out in 1911, so did the town. The post office closed in 1919. By 1920, Rhyolite was officially a ghost town, with a population of 14. The last resident died in 1924. Most of the buildings and fixtures were hauled off to Beatty four miles down the road, so if you want to see most of the buildings, stop by Beatty first.

The Miners' Union Hall is now the Beatty Old Town Hall, many two-room cabins were moved to Beatty and cobbled together as multi-room homes. Other buildings were used to build the Beatty school.




The California mission-style Las Vegas & Tonopah Depot, erected in June, 1909, was once the most elaborate train station in Nevada (LV & Tonopah, Bullfrog Goldfield, and Tonopah & Tidewater rail lines). The depot was Nevada's most important railroad hub.

The depot was also a roadhouse, a museum, and casino. It still stands, but is fenced off, the victim of repeated vandalism. In 1937, the train depot was converted into the Rhyolite Ghost Casino, which later became a small museum and curio shop that closed in the 1970s.

 Las Vegas & Tonopah Depot. Nevada Historical Society photo

According to Desert Magazine writer Nell Murbarger:
As I came into view of the town, I was pleased to see that the big gray depot still watched over the ruins with the complacency of a Buddha. Farther along Golden Street loomed the shell of the John S. Cooke bank building —a three-story-and-basement structure built at a cost of $90,000. Beyond the bank rose the broken walls of a $50,000 school house and a $100,000 hotel—one of 10 hotels in the city in 1907!... 
[Rhyolite was] no claptrap mining camp, built of castoffs and canvas; but a flourishing city, for a time the largest in southern Nevada.... Mrs. Heisler inherited the depot from her brother, N. C. Westmoreland, who had bought it for a song and then converted it into a roadhouse and casino which he operated for many years.— Desert Magazine (Feb 1959)




The caboose is in sad shape. This caboose is from the LA &SF Union Pacific RR. The caboose (sans undercarriage) was later used as a gas station.





The Bottle House, built by an enterprising miner, and saloonkeeper, Tom T. Kelly, is in much better shape. In February of 1906, Kelly built his abode from 30- to 51,000 empty beer and liquor bottles—the only free building material available in treeless Rhyolite.

By right, the unusual abode should be called the Budweiser Bottle House as most of the bottles were from the Adolphus Busch brewery. Kelly built the Bottle House in order to raffle it off. The winning family lived in it for many years before it became a curio shop.

Was it a case of Build it and they will come? It must've worked as there is a child's bed in one of the rooms. (But that may be a leftover movie prop.) At any rate, the Bottle House is a Southwestern landmark.

Tom Kelly's Bottle House. Nevada Historical Society photo
It took Kelly six months to build in the winter of 1905-06, and was abandoned with the rest of the town when the gold ran out in 1912. It lived on as a desert landmark and was featured on vintage vellum postcards.
Preservationists rebuilt the Bottle House during the summer of 2005. It stands behind a locked fence, along with a miniature bottle village that was also Kelly's work.  Last Supper and Giant Pink Woman —Roadside America



Bessie and Jimmie Moffatt enlarged the adobe Bottle House, improved it with paint, wallpaper and curtains. Jimmie planted cottonwoods, yuccas, and joshua trees, but had to haul water from Beatty to keep them alive.

In 1956, Tommy and Mary Thompson, retired honky-tonk vaudvillians, bought a 20-year lease from the Beatty Improvement Association, moved into the Bottle House and stocked it with curios to sell to Death Valley bound tourists.

The town of Rhyolite was featured in 15 films: several silent Westerns including Wanderer of the Wasteland (1924) based on a novel by Zane Grey, starring Jack Holt (a lost film—by 1971, the 35mm nitrate film decomposed into jelly); and Rough Riders' Round-up (1939) starring Roy Rogers. At the end of the Spanish American War, Roy and his Rough Riders become US Border Patrolmen on the Mexican border.

Wanderer of the Wasteland —Wiki
Rough Riders Round-up —Wiki

During filming, the motion picture company, Famous Players-Lasky (Zukor and Lasky) better known as Paramount Pictures, restored the Tom Kelly Bottle House for the 1925 silent film The Air Mail, featuring Douglas Fairbanks. The Bottle House was later restored again in 2005.

 The Air Mail was filmed in Rhyolite in 1925 —Wiki

One ramshackle structure was scenic enough to be featured in the dystopian sci-fi film, The Island (2005) with Scarlett Johansson, Ewan McGregor; other recent films include the drama, Bone Dry (2007); A Line in the Sand (2009); and the forthcoming Cannibal Corpse Killers. (Trailer). Don't hold your breath.

The Island —Wiki
Bone Dry —Wiki

Sadly, the Rhyolite Mercantile burned down in 2014—victim of a lightning strike. You can still see glimpses of it in some of the movies filmed in Rhyolite. If you have the time, there are still a few shacks and relics hidden in the outback, but beware of rattlesnakes.

Rhyolite Mercantile store burned down in 2014.—Wiki
In Feb. 1959, Desert Magazine ran a feature story on Rhyolite. I've pulled some quotes from it. Unfortunately one of the pages is missing in the scanned issue. I had to wing it, but I think the history will hold. You can read most of it online, or download it as a PDF. Desert Magazine Archives

Desert Magazine (Feb 1959)
In Feb. 1959, Desert Magazine ran a feature on Rhyolite.

We didn't get to the brothel or the jail a few streets over in the gully, nor did we get to the cemetery down the road as we were on a tight schedule to get to Bishop and daylight was burning. Perhaps another time.


The Goldwell Open Air Museum is just south of Rhyolite. Quirky plaster and fiberglass ghosts manifest as a tableau from the Last Supper greet unsuspecting tourists. Fodder for another story. (Last Supper and Giant Pink Woman Roadside America).


Perhaps the tableau was inspired by murder and betrayal in Rhyolite. The year 1908 began with the grisly murder of a young woman, Mona Bell, cut down in her prime. She was only 20.
 A lonely grave on the edge of town far from the regular cemetery is said to be that of Mona Bell's. Today the grave is a tourist attraction and there are rumors of visitations by a mysterious group of dancers who annually celebrate Mona's life and death. What happened to Rhyolite? Who was Mona Bell? And why is there a strange grave that attracts an unusual cult performing strange rituals? (Weird Tales 5: The Strange Case of Rhyolite Nevada (2011))
Road to the cemetery

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

DESERT MIRAGE

DESERT MIRAGE

An old dirt road, and a new jeep.
She felt a wild sense of freedom
when she struck out overland
with her six-year-old son in tow.
She thought It must be right,
because the GPS said it was so.
But it's a technological illusion
that you can't get lost in the desert.
When her son died of heatstroke,
she discovered backroads led to nothing
but grief & the Funeral Mountains
were well named for their darkness,
and that glimmer of distant water she saw
was merely bent light slaking the eye.

4/5/2016




My poetry prompt was a newspaper article from 2009
Death by GPS' in desert 

Monday, April 4, 2016

DEATH BY GPS HAIKU, etc.


Desert superbloom
siren call of empty roads
led tourists astray.

New technology
old backroads, no cell service
= death by GPS.

Death Valley lives up
to its name, tourist follow
back roads to their death.

Death by GPS
the desert lives up to its name
wrong road led them astray.


4/4/2016



Three lines of 5-3-5 syllables, or 5-3-5 words.
(or do a haiku)

I seem to be having trouble with this prompt.
5-3-5 syllables

Heady floral scent
blossoming
in the lemon tree.

Hummingbird visits
each flower
sacramental dip.


or 5-3-5 words (easier to do, but I'm locked into haiku}.


Hummingbird visits every flower twice
seeking sweet nectar
Meyer lemons in the bud.

Moths chewed on old cashmere
sweaters leaving trails
of darkness and light behind.



4/5/2016





Death by GPS' in desert

Sunday, February 14, 2016

SUPERBLOOM


A Desert Five-spot mallow bleeds in the gravel,
a rare Valentine amid the Gravel Ghosts.
The Funeral Mountains are giddily dressed
in alluvial skirts spangled with Desert Gold,
Phacelia, Poppy and Purple Mat. 

After that last Biblical deluge,
the saltpan was scoured white as snow.
Decades of dustorms had blanketed it
against the elements.

I remember following a dry streambed
from Badwater to the far side of Death Valley
to see the pupfish. The streambed was white,
and satin-smooth, like a bolt of silk,
I lay down on it like a lover, caressing its skin.

It meandered like a shining ribbon
through the jagged knife-dark hell
of the Devil's Golf Course
with its labyrinth of salt spires.

I walked barefoot on that path for miles,
soft plodding of feet against saltpan
like two fish flopping in a mirage of water.
But they thirsted for sweetwater
in an otherwise arid landscape.


2/14/2016
rev. 3/21

Saturday, April 18, 2009

ALKALI DUST OVER DEATH VALLEY


Yesterday we watched dustdevils
whipping up from the alkali flats
and deserts of Badwater and Armagosso Valley
dissipate like a maya veil toward the east,
over the mountains of Las Vegas.

The dust turned the deep cerulean sky
into a pale shadow of its former self.
We gritted silica dust between our teeth,
tasted ancient salt on our lips
and though our eyes blurred and burned,
the sunset was a spectacular flash of fire.

The next day, the poet William Pitt Root
wrote from a neighboring state
how the dust blew in from the west 
dimming even the sun.

I thought of Dorthea Lang's photos
and the Saharan dust cloud visible from space. 
The sharqui and the shumali sandstorms of Iraq.
The lack of rain and snowmelt. The names of wind.

In this way, I realized how everything, 
even distance and time 
is right on our back doorstep.

4/18/09 
Medusa's Kitchen, 2010