Nestled in the Virginia Range above Reno, the small old-west town of Virginia City, Nevada is the “birthplace” of Mark Twain, origin of the psychedelic “San Francisco Sound”, and the site of the Comstock Lode, known around here as the Big Bonanza.
When I was born, the doctor took one look at my face, turned me over and said, “Look, twins!” (Rodney Dangerfield)
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.” (Norman McLean)
In the night sky, the brightest object other than the moon is the planet Venus. Here in our hometown, the brightest minds attend the University of Nevada (UNR), located just a short walk from downtown Reno.
If Reno is the biggest little city in the world, then Mercury would be the biggest little planet. The honor of most diminutive fell to the planet nearest to the sun, when pint-sized Pluto was plutoed in 2006. Mercury may be small, but its orbit is speedy, like the messenger of the gods for which it is named.
As a travel destination, there is no place like home. After all, it is the only place where we actually “live like a local”.
During our month in Tucson, we found many excellent hikes of various lengths and difficulties, and through a surprising range of settings and sceneries. Three unforgettable hiking trails led us to a luxurious desert oasis, a brilliant moonlit peak, and a terrifying hard rock monolith.
5-4-3-2-1, Blast Off! Whoa…that’s a helluva G-force. I am feeling really nauseous and claustrophobic. I think I am going to be sick. I need to get off this thing. Where is that damn ejector button?
If the fearless lion is the king of the jungle, then the ruler of the Sonoran Desert is indisputably the saguaro cactus. Lording over the desert kingdom, the regal saguaro stands tall and proud, and wears a crown of seasonal white blossoms.
Travelling on foot, details emerge out of the blur of our rapidly accelerating world.