I moved to Nevada from Yreka, California (that’s way up north, 40 miles from Oregon) in mid-August to cowboy for Van Normans. At first glance, Elko seemed to be a dirty mining town. At the laundromat, I was so scared that I drank a bottle of wine while my clothes dried. In Nevada, the casinos are open 24/7, it’s legal to carry an open container of booze while you walk down the sidewalk, and there are slot machines at Albertson’s.
This town is uncouth! Immoral! Wild and crazy! I love it! Nobody in this state wears a seat belt. Nevada’s version of a drunk driving class is “put your beer in a cupholder.” I’ve seen 3 cops since I moved here, and 2 of them were pulled over on the side of the road visiting with one another.
Mountain City Highway, towards Owyhee, covers some pretty country. This country is big, wide open, and desolate. I can’t get enough of the sagebrush flats, jagged Rubies on the skyline, and subtle reds of the willows in the meadows. Now that I’ve moved to Elko for the winter, I’m gaining a new appreciation for the town. I’m working at Capriola’s, a renowned western store, which is a top-notch place to visit with some neat old buckaroos, stylish young guys and wanna-be’s. I’ve decided Elko isn’t so dirty and scary; I was just hanging out in dirty and scary places like Jet Coin Laundry and The Horseshoe.
I just found out this morning that I’m going to Vegas for a week to work Capriola’s booth at the National Finals Rodeo. Woo hoo!!! I’m very excited. So far, Elko has produced a multitude of opportunities for me…and not just to party in Sin City. I’ve gotten some good regional writing assignments, invitations to freelance, cowboyin’ opportunities for next year, a really nice room to rent for the winter, and even met a few people who call me their friend in public 🙂
Well, that’s my upbeat post for the day! What to write about next time? Cowboying? Men? Horses? Uh….ok that’s pretty much the only three things that come to my mind. Not sure what that says about me, but we’ll go with it. Good night!