Welcome to Beatty, NV

 Beatty, NV   High 87   Low 64

We left Kingman on Sunday morning and headed north into Nevada. Sunday morning is a great time to drive through Las Vegas without having to deal with much traffic. Our destination was Beatty, NV.

Highway 95 through Nevada looks pretty much like this.

 To entertain myself I took some cloud pictures. I love cloud pictures.

Beatty was a supply center for all the mining towns in the Bullfrog Mining District. Beatty boasted hotels, saloons, a newspaper, meat markets and a general mercantile. They also had a supply of one of the most important necessities - water.

We camped at Beatty RV Park. The park is for sale and there is really nobody running the park. Nobody answers the phone and there is no one at the park. Directions are posted on the door about how to park and where to put your money. There is a man who comes by to collect the money and just check on the place. $25 for full hookups is a pretty good price but since it's located three miles north of Beatty on Highway 95 and the road noise is pretty bad. Our first night there, there were only two other rigs. The next two nights we actually had a few neighbors.

While we were camped at Beatty, we had a thunderstorm go through. Been a long long time since we have been in a thunderstorm. I am not a fan of lightning but the rain was more than welcome.

 And after the rain, a rainbow.

If you are in Beatty you need to visit the Death Valley Candy and Nut Company. It claims to be the largest candy store in Nevada. They also have homemade ice cream.

 A couple of miles north of Beatty, just before the campground, you will see a plane on the ground near the highway. It has a bit of interesting history. The plane belonged to the Angel's Ladies Brothel. They thought it would be a good advertising idea to promote a challenge with a prize. A mattress would be placed in the center of a large star painted on the desert floor. Then the men could parachute out of the airplane and land on the mattress, they would be the lucky winner of a night with the lady of his choice. 

Well, as expected, things did not go as planned. The ladies of the brothel were very distracting to the inexperienced pilot. Along with cross winds, the plane crashed. No one was hurt in the accident and the owners decided the wreck was enough of a spectacle to attract people. So there it sits since 1978.

We were also treated to a beautiful sunset.