Highway 50 continued to be a lonely road with distant horizons through eastern Nevada and western Utah. The terrain did change somewhat, moving from sagebrush to grass in the valleys.
On leaving the Hickison Petroglyph Recreation Area, Peggy and I continued our exploration of America’s backroads following Highway 50 across Nevada and into Utah. Towns and fences were few and far between.
We did, however, discover an opera house in the small town of Eureka, Nevada. (Eureka, BTW, means “I found it!” and is often used in relation to gold and silver mining.) While it may seem strange that a rough and tumble mining town would have an opera house, it wasn’t all that unusual. A number of the wealthier boomtowns built them to demonstrate that there was more to their communities than bars, gambling halls and brothels. Fine examples can be found in Nevada City, California, Silver City, Nevada, and even in Death Valley!
The Eureka Opera House had recently been renovated. Originally built in the 1880s it served as the town’s social center, hosting operas, dances, concerts and other social events. Silent movies were introduced in 1915 followed by ‘talkies.’ The last movie was shown there in the late 1950s.
The Eureka, Nevada Opera House as it looks today.
Several other buildings in town have also been renovated. This one seems to be waiting for its turn.
Today’s post will mainly be photos of our continuing journey along Highway 50. We invite you to sit back and enjoy the scenery.
And what do you do when you meet a truck like this along the highway? Peggy and I decided that get out of the way was the correct answer. Actually, Nevada State Troopers had already provided the answer.
Any idea what this is all about? The huge mound of colorful dirt had Peggy and me wondering. The buildings provide perspective on size. Turns out it is one of the world’s largest pit mining operations, the Robinson Mine. The copper ore dug up here is shipped off to China.
Looking up toward the Great Basin National Park from highway 50. We had been there twice before and didn’t stop on this trip.
Impressive mountains continued to represent the range part of the Basin and Range complex.
Between ranges, America’s Loneliest Highway carried us into basins.
If you need any antlers to decorate your house or yard, Horns-a-Plenty is the place to go.
A close up with elk antlers on top.
Another view looking up toward Great Basin National Park, which sits close to the Utah border.
Highway 50 took us directly into Utah…..
Where we were greeted by a Utah sign featuring Red Rock country. The following photos show some of the scenery we saw along Highway 50 in the state.
My final view of Highway 50. Lonely, as it should be. We left 50 for another backroad, Utah’s Highway 24.
NEXT POSTS
Tuesday’s Blog-a-Book Day: It’s recruitment time for our 100-mile backpack trek. What do you do with a 250 pound, ex-ice hockey player who once defused bombs in South American was dodging the IRS when he signed up.
Thursday’s Travel Blog Day: Peggy and I pick up Utah’s Highway 24 for a visit to Capitol Reef National Park.
23 thoughts on “Continuing along “America’s Loneliest Road”… Travel Blog Thursday”
ROAD TRIP…….Eureka was found at the Opera! Nice pics of you lonely road Curt. LOVE the anteler arch at Horns a Plenty. I have found a few on my property and Hunter has brought a couple in.. The trouble is he likes to eat them.. They’re expensive at the pet store but I love the decoration of them around the house. Beautiful pics and I’ll look forward to the trek!!! Thanks for the tour! ❤️🤗 Cindy
Re Hunter. Nothing like a good bone to chew on. It’s the only time my Basset Hound used to growl at me. He didn’t want anyone near his bone. Not even the guy who gave it to him! 🙂
Thanks for the reminder.. I have to get one at the butcher.. Oh that’s a little scary.. I saw my friends dog bite someone and draw blood, reaching for their dogs bone but “hello, wouldn’t a growl be your clue?”.. 🤪🤪
Yep. I have a story about the dog that bit me through the foot when I was teasing her about her dinner! 🙂
Oh geez.. I think you have stories that speak volumes!!! ❤️
No doubt lots of stories. Grin. The dog story comes up in the book I am blogging now. 🙂
Smiles…can’t wait to hear more! ❤️🤣
Well, that was something. I took a look at the photo with the highway signs, and noticed that Highways 50 and 6 were juxtaposed. I had a sudden hunch, and went to a map. Sure enough: Highway 6 in Nevada is the same Highway 6 that runs right through the middle of my Iowa home town. In town, it’s known as First Avenue; it runs on the south side of the courthouse square, our neighbor Dan’s Maid-Rite sandwich shop, and the old Woolworth Building whose windows my class always painted at Homecoming and Christmas.
What fun, Linda. Highways have such a story to tell. And the so-called backroads more that the freeways. So much history. And lots of trips down memory lane. Thanks for sharing. –Curt
The photo of the loneliest highway certainly illustrates the name choice! Talk about a wide load! Never going to win with that kind of oncoming traffic. 🙂
Loved this one! You (& Peggy?) captured some of the sights I missed on our way home from Utah over a year ago! There’s just something wonderful about them there lonely stretches of highway to soothe, surprise and delight! 😊
Wandering through Time and Place 
ROAD TRIP…….Eureka was found at the Opera! Nice pics of you lonely road Curt. LOVE the anteler arch at Horns a Plenty. I have found a few on my property and Hunter has brought a couple in.. The trouble is he likes to eat them.. They’re expensive at the pet store but I love the decoration of them around the house. Beautiful pics and I’ll look forward to the trek!!! Thanks for the tour! ❤️🤗 Cindy
Re Hunter. Nothing like a good bone to chew on. It’s the only time my Basset Hound used to growl at me. He didn’t want anyone near his bone. Not even the guy who gave it to him! 🙂
Thanks for the reminder.. I have to get one at the butcher.. Oh that’s a little scary.. I saw my friends dog bite someone and draw blood, reaching for their dogs bone but “hello, wouldn’t a growl be your clue?”.. 🤪🤪
Yep. I have a story about the dog that bit me through the foot when I was teasing her about her dinner! 🙂
Oh geez.. I think you have stories that speak volumes!!! ❤️
No doubt lots of stories. Grin. The dog story comes up in the book I am blogging now. 🙂
Smiles…can’t wait to hear more! ❤️🤣
Well, that was something. I took a look at the photo with the highway signs, and noticed that Highways 50 and 6 were juxtaposed. I had a sudden hunch, and went to a map. Sure enough: Highway 6 in Nevada is the same Highway 6 that runs right through the middle of my Iowa home town. In town, it’s known as First Avenue; it runs on the south side of the courthouse square, our neighbor Dan’s Maid-Rite sandwich shop, and the old Woolworth Building whose windows my class always painted at Homecoming and Christmas.
Good grief! Talk about a wave of nostalgia!
What fun, Linda. Highways have such a story to tell. And the so-called backroads more that the freeways. So much history. And lots of trips down memory lane. Thanks for sharing. –Curt
This is a road we’d really like to travel on. Fantastic spaces.
It was fun, AC! My favorite kind of back road. –Curt
Thanks for the lonely views.
And I didn’t feel lonely at all, Peggy! Three cars at once would have been a traffic jam. –Curt
It’s great to see open country is still out there!
Boy is it, G. Lots more jackrabbits than people. 🙂 –Curt
I enjoyed this post Curt.
Thanks, Andrew.
The photo of the loneliest highway certainly illustrates the name choice! Talk about a wide load! Never going to win with that kind of oncoming traffic. 🙂
It’s my kind of road, Sue. The lonelier the better! 🙂
Imagine the size of the equipment that shovel goes on. I’m guessing it was for one of those big pit mines.
A very big pit mine. We didn’t go up to the rim, but I looked at photos, Ray. Very big shovels. And very, very big dump trucks! 🙂
Loved this one! You (& Peggy?) captured some of the sights I missed on our way home from Utah over a year ago! There’s just something wonderful about them there lonely stretches of highway to soothe, surprise and delight! 😊
“There’s just something wonderful about them there lonely stretches of highway to soothe, surprise and delight!” Well said Gunta! 🙂