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After nearly two decades in a Tacoma TRD, and after over a decade as an AARP member, I decided arthritic white knuckles were no longer fun. For sure, I had a blast putting my Tacoma over rough trails, especially in its early years when I lived in the region between the high peaks of the Sierra Nevada and the depths of Death Valley. But in 2008 I moved to north central Nevada, the topography seldom requires the rear locker to be engaged, and so the Tacoma spent more and more time soft roading instead of off roading.
Other factors also came into play. Two small dogs fought for space on my wife’s lap, refusing to take turns behind the seat on the jump seat cushions. My wife and I both found it more painful using the clutch of the Tacoma’s manual transmission. And since there was a camper shell on the truck, I used it less as a pickup truck and the bed was perpetually empty. If I needed to haul, well, I have a handy old utility trailer.
So, in July 2019 I bought a used 2018 SR5.
So here, I will continually add trips to this thread as I take them. I have a few that I’ve already taken and will place them here as well. Don’t expect white knuckle off roading. Being a senior citizen, they just hurt too much.
Most of my travels center around my Nevada home, occasionally branching out further. The vast majority are within the Great Basin, but I’ll keep its scope as “western” because I have and will likely continue to occasionally leave the land where the rivers do not reach the sea.
Midas > Willow Reservoir > Hollister Mine
July 7, 2020
Note: I focused more on taking video this trip than photos, so there are few of this trip. My photos are supplemented by images taken over the years; some for comparison of then and now, others to illustrate various places that are not covered by images from this trip.
The COVID-19 blues. Need to get out of the house. My wife and I took a 185.0 mile drive that took us away from the house for seven hours. But first, we topped off our gas tank; we picked up a couple sandwiches, chips and cookies at Port of Subs; we picked up a cup of McDonalds coffee; then we hit the freeway for 16 miles east to the small hamlet of Golconda.
It is 29 miles of dirt roads from the end of the pavement some miles north of Golconda to the semi ghost town of Midas; Midas being situated about 65 miles from my home. Starting off in the valley bottoms, the road gradually starts to climb as it approaches the Owyhee Bluffs and the countryside gets more interesting.
Spring Creek emanates from springs visible on the side of the Owyhee Bluffs.
Shortly after passing Spring Creek, a summit is topped, then the byway drops into Squaw Valley. Shortly after reaching the valley bottom, a signed road indicates that Midas is three miles north into the hills.
Midas is a tiny, historic community. It dates back to about 1907, an outgrowth of the frantic mining booms of southern Nevada. The town was originally called Gold Circle, but because the post office was beginning to frown on so many towns in Nevada with the name “gold” in them; so townsfolk started calling the town Midas, because they felt the town would be so rich it had the Midas touch. Today, Midas has approximately eight year round residents, which swells to about 50 or so in summer months. The town has a tree lined main street about a mile long stretched along a shallow gulch, with homes older and new. A couple of side streets lead to properties east and west of the main street. About the only structures from its earliest days are found in a tiny gulch near the north end of the main street, but not accessible because they are on private property.
Upon arriving in Midas, my wife and I stopped to visit a friend who lives year round in Midas, appropriately distancing ourselves outdoors for mutual protection. I didn’t take any photos of the main street of Midas this trip. Included are a few from a May, 2008 visit to town for continuity.
One of the few places in Midas dating back to the boom period is found back in this gulch and on private property.
View west along one of the few side streets in Midas toward the Owyhee Bluffs. This is taken from in front of the site of the Midas schoolhouse.
North of town a couple miles is the Miner’s Gold mine and mill complex. We set our sights there. The trail is narrow above the town’s water supply enough so that the 4Runner got some nice pinstriping by the sagebrush. Along the way, I spotted several of Midas’ huge dandelions. They are the largest I’ve ever seen, about the size of a large grapefruit.
Over the years and on numerous visits since my first in 2001, I’ve seen the Miners Gold slowly submitting to the elements.
The Miners Gold mine and mill complex, about a mile and a half above Midas.
This is the small mill building at the Miners Gold, as taken in 2011.
The southern part of the complex once had standing structures, but are now collapsed.
A similar view in 2001. The structure was feeble but still upright.
The primary mine adit at the Miners Gold. Ore cart tracks still exit the now collapsed adit tunnel.
On my first visit to the Miners Gold, I stood inside the adit, which was solidly wood lined and had very cold air rushing out of it; refreshing on that hot day. I don’t know the reason the tunnel is collapsed today – blasted shut on purpose or simply collapsed. Due to the solid look of those timbers in 2001, I suspect the latter.
After visiting the Miners Gold, we head back into town. In the middle of town, we turned left on one of Midas’ few side streets and visited the site of the school.
On my first visit in Midas, in June, 2001, myself and two others camped at the schoolhouse with the permission of one of the town’s leading residents. The mining company and townspeople chipped in on funding and labor to restore it. On my 2001 visit, I found it pristine. One half was set up as a museum, with all the furnishings of the school during its prime, along with a mannequin of a female teacher. The other half was set up as a community hall. A lush sod lawn surrounded the building. Myself and two others camped in our respective vehicles in a driveway on the left side of the property.
The site of the school house in 2008. It had recently burned down. The foundation was still intact on this visit. I’ve never heard what the official cause.
July, 2020. Note that between 2008 and on a visit in 2010, the foundation had been removed.
The schoolhouse at the time of my 2001 visit.
Leaving Midas, my wife and I head east through Squaw Valley. Our sights were set on lunch at Willow Creek Reservoir. There are no trees on the lake, but the large tailgate of the 4Runner makes for a fine awning for sitting on the spacious back bumper. I hadn’t thought of bringing my camp chairs for comfort, but the back bumper is comfortable enough for a short time.
Willow Creek, about two miles below the dam of Willow Creek Reservoir.
Reaching Willow Creek Reservoir, I pulled down onto the lake shore next to the concrete boat ramp. My wife and I set up the 4Runner so that the back end was facing the lake. The lake is approximately 2.2 miles long and 0.9 mile wide. A few years ago, water managers went to release some water from the lake in preparation for the spring runoff and the spillway gate failed open, completely draining the lake. We found the lake close to full, with a bathtub ring indicating the water level was maybe five feet below maximum.
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It was breezy, but our 4Runner was parked in such a way so as to block the wind but still allow the breeze to swirl around the back keep us cool. It was about 85°. Our lunch consisted of Port of Subs sandwiches for each of us (a roast beef & provolone on sourdough for me, a turkey on wheat for my wife), chips and cookies.
While we were eating, we found two men directly across the lake. My wife said she saw one of them in a canoe or kayak, who was out of the boat and on shore when I sat down to eat lunch. We noticed both were walking the lake shore within a small bay to and fro, likely checking on their fishing poles. There are no roads on the north shore of the lake, I saw no vehicle parked in sight along the lake or on the dam.
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Other factors also came into play. Two small dogs fought for space on my wife’s lap, refusing to take turns behind the seat on the jump seat cushions. My wife and I both found it more painful using the clutch of the Tacoma’s manual transmission. And since there was a camper shell on the truck, I used it less as a pickup truck and the bed was perpetually empty. If I needed to haul, well, I have a handy old utility trailer.
So, in July 2019 I bought a used 2018 SR5.
So here, I will continually add trips to this thread as I take them. I have a few that I’ve already taken and will place them here as well. Don’t expect white knuckle off roading. Being a senior citizen, they just hurt too much.
Most of my travels center around my Nevada home, occasionally branching out further. The vast majority are within the Great Basin, but I’ll keep its scope as “western” because I have and will likely continue to occasionally leave the land where the rivers do not reach the sea.
Midas > Willow Reservoir > Hollister Mine
July 7, 2020
Note: I focused more on taking video this trip than photos, so there are few of this trip. My photos are supplemented by images taken over the years; some for comparison of then and now, others to illustrate various places that are not covered by images from this trip.
The COVID-19 blues. Need to get out of the house. My wife and I took a 185.0 mile drive that took us away from the house for seven hours. But first, we topped off our gas tank; we picked up a couple sandwiches, chips and cookies at Port of Subs; we picked up a cup of McDonalds coffee; then we hit the freeway for 16 miles east to the small hamlet of Golconda.
It is 29 miles of dirt roads from the end of the pavement some miles north of Golconda to the semi ghost town of Midas; Midas being situated about 65 miles from my home. Starting off in the valley bottoms, the road gradually starts to climb as it approaches the Owyhee Bluffs and the countryside gets more interesting.
Spring Creek emanates from springs visible on the side of the Owyhee Bluffs.
Shortly after passing Spring Creek, a summit is topped, then the byway drops into Squaw Valley. Shortly after reaching the valley bottom, a signed road indicates that Midas is three miles north into the hills.
Midas is a tiny, historic community. It dates back to about 1907, an outgrowth of the frantic mining booms of southern Nevada. The town was originally called Gold Circle, but because the post office was beginning to frown on so many towns in Nevada with the name “gold” in them; so townsfolk started calling the town Midas, because they felt the town would be so rich it had the Midas touch. Today, Midas has approximately eight year round residents, which swells to about 50 or so in summer months. The town has a tree lined main street about a mile long stretched along a shallow gulch, with homes older and new. A couple of side streets lead to properties east and west of the main street. About the only structures from its earliest days are found in a tiny gulch near the north end of the main street, but not accessible because they are on private property.
Upon arriving in Midas, my wife and I stopped to visit a friend who lives year round in Midas, appropriately distancing ourselves outdoors for mutual protection. I didn’t take any photos of the main street of Midas this trip. Included are a few from a May, 2008 visit to town for continuity.
One of the few places in Midas dating back to the boom period is found back in this gulch and on private property.
View west along one of the few side streets in Midas toward the Owyhee Bluffs. This is taken from in front of the site of the Midas schoolhouse.
North of town a couple miles is the Miner’s Gold mine and mill complex. We set our sights there. The trail is narrow above the town’s water supply enough so that the 4Runner got some nice pinstriping by the sagebrush. Along the way, I spotted several of Midas’ huge dandelions. They are the largest I’ve ever seen, about the size of a large grapefruit.
Over the years and on numerous visits since my first in 2001, I’ve seen the Miners Gold slowly submitting to the elements.
The Miners Gold mine and mill complex, about a mile and a half above Midas.
This is the small mill building at the Miners Gold, as taken in 2011.
The southern part of the complex once had standing structures, but are now collapsed.
A similar view in 2001. The structure was feeble but still upright.
The primary mine adit at the Miners Gold. Ore cart tracks still exit the now collapsed adit tunnel.
On my first visit to the Miners Gold, I stood inside the adit, which was solidly wood lined and had very cold air rushing out of it; refreshing on that hot day. I don’t know the reason the tunnel is collapsed today – blasted shut on purpose or simply collapsed. Due to the solid look of those timbers in 2001, I suspect the latter.
After visiting the Miners Gold, we head back into town. In the middle of town, we turned left on one of Midas’ few side streets and visited the site of the school.
On my first visit in Midas, in June, 2001, myself and two others camped at the schoolhouse with the permission of one of the town’s leading residents. The mining company and townspeople chipped in on funding and labor to restore it. On my 2001 visit, I found it pristine. One half was set up as a museum, with all the furnishings of the school during its prime, along with a mannequin of a female teacher. The other half was set up as a community hall. A lush sod lawn surrounded the building. Myself and two others camped in our respective vehicles in a driveway on the left side of the property.
The site of the school house in 2008. It had recently burned down. The foundation was still intact on this visit. I’ve never heard what the official cause.
July, 2020. Note that between 2008 and on a visit in 2010, the foundation had been removed.
The schoolhouse at the time of my 2001 visit.
Leaving Midas, my wife and I head east through Squaw Valley. Our sights were set on lunch at Willow Creek Reservoir. There are no trees on the lake, but the large tailgate of the 4Runner makes for a fine awning for sitting on the spacious back bumper. I hadn’t thought of bringing my camp chairs for comfort, but the back bumper is comfortable enough for a short time.
Willow Creek, about two miles below the dam of Willow Creek Reservoir.
Reaching Willow Creek Reservoir, I pulled down onto the lake shore next to the concrete boat ramp. My wife and I set up the 4Runner so that the back end was facing the lake. The lake is approximately 2.2 miles long and 0.9 mile wide. A few years ago, water managers went to release some water from the lake in preparation for the spring runoff and the spillway gate failed open, completely draining the lake. We found the lake close to full, with a bathtub ring indicating the water level was maybe five feet below maximum.
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It was breezy, but our 4Runner was parked in such a way so as to block the wind but still allow the breeze to swirl around the back keep us cool. It was about 85°. Our lunch consisted of Port of Subs sandwiches for each of us (a roast beef & provolone on sourdough for me, a turkey on wheat for my wife), chips and cookies.
While we were eating, we found two men directly across the lake. My wife said she saw one of them in a canoe or kayak, who was out of the boat and on shore when I sat down to eat lunch. We noticed both were walking the lake shore within a small bay to and fro, likely checking on their fishing poles. There are no roads on the north shore of the lake, I saw no vehicle parked in sight along the lake or on the dam.
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