July 18, 1973 (12 pages)

e 2 The Nevada County Nugget Wed., July 18,1973 Notes By PL. Went over to the State of Nevada not long ago and did a bit of sight-seeing in some places I’d heard about but had never before seen. It was fun..stayed overnight at the old Gold Hill Hotel (built in 1859 and the first of its kind in the entire State). Ran into a wedding celebration there, a happy but rather noisy occasion which threatened to stay that way all night. But the musicians finally gave out and everyone went to bed at a late hour. Parked the car on the famouns Geiger Pass Road into Virginia City and walked up. to a high “view point’’; where one stands atop a large rock and can “see forever’ on a clear day. Marvelous, breathtaking view that makes you feel mighty small and insignificant. Sat. down in an old bar and ruffled thru a phone book which contains some intriguinege place names..promoting ideas for other trips over there to find such places as Warrior’s Point, Virgin Valley, Steamboat, Rye Patch, Upper and Lower Clover, Bog Hot, Pequop and Porcupine! Came home four-bits ahead of the game because there was no attendant to be found when I wanted to leave a Virginia City parking lot! A nice young man had given me a ticket for the car and directed me to an excellent parking Stall..“‘take this ticket to soand so’s bar and they’1l validate it for you.’’ Well, what with one thing and another, I never did get to that particular bar..so came back prepared to fork over the 50 cent fee.-.there were dozens of cars still parked safely there, mine among them, but nary a soul showing the slightest interest in collecting any money from me. Kinda funny peculiar. Tried for motel accommodations at all the places mentioned in the local directory..no rooms at the inns, not even at the very historic Silver Dollar Hotel. But the gal at that desk was most acNEVADA COUNTY NUGGET 301 Broad Street Nevada City, Ca. 95959 Telephone 265-2559PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY BY NEVADA COUNTY PUBLISHING CO. Second class postage paid at Nevada City, California. Adjudicated a legal newspaper of general circulation by the Nevada County Superior Court, June 3, 1960. Decree No. 12,406. Subscription Rates: One Year .. $3.00 Two Years .. $5.00 _ Member of CALIFORNIA NEWSPAPER Off The Cuff Smith commodationg..she called down to Gold Hill and had them hold a room for my later arrival. Her description was really sometiing..“It sits all by itself on the right side of the road, you can’t miss it. Looks like it as about to collapse, but don’t let that worry you..inside it is absolutely darling and I know you'll just love it.’’ Well, it did look ready to fall down, but it didn’t..I did! Slipped on some pebbly gravel in the parking lot and narrowly escaped breaking a few bones. Managed to survive, although I spent several days hobbling around in some pain from muscle sprains. Had a really great ‘‘capsule’’ vacation..right up to within 13 miles of Nevada City on highway 20, when an accident looking for a place to happen almost succeeded in taking about four other cars over the cliff with him..mine included. This maniac came up behind me at about 70 miles per hour, slid around my car and out-rode three other vehicles, one just in front of me and two eastbound cars..we all had to either slam on our brakes or head for the nearest tree! It happened in the blink of an eye and he was long gone westbound..but if the other drivers were like me, a lot of cussing and shaking in boots was the result. While at the hotel in Gold Hill I discovered just how friendly folks are over there in Nevada..with a little time to kill before the dinner hour, . I elected to sit on the veranda and watch passing traffic. Without exception, everyone driving by would slow down and wave a friendly greeting to me and the others seated on that wide porch. It was really kind of nice. Behind the hotel one could see the old buildings, shafts and. taling piles of an early mining operation..with the fading blow of sunset on them the view was a fit subject for a talented artist no less. Across the road there was a small schoolhouse and a » couple of residences. At one of those places there were two dogs i chained to trees..barking up a ‘storm at some kind of large ‘birds which kept dive-bombing -{ the dogs. The birds seemed to take a sadistic pleasure out of this game, which went on unitl darkness fell. Then everything ‘suddenly got so quiet..until the . swedding party began its ‘celebration..that you could hear the leaves on the trees several hundred feet away rustle softly in the evening breeze. Opening meeting on vocational education The county board of education will-hold an open meeting Thursday on_. vocational education. A film, ‘‘Revolution in Relevance,’”’ the latest movie from the State Department of Education on _ Vocational Education, will be shown at 8 p.m. in the multi-purpose room PUBLISHERS ASSOCIATION of Lyman Gilmore School. Vacations are wonderful! In these days of pressure they need to be longer and come more often. It took almost the whole first week to lose the feeling of pressure. We get so geared to pressure that it’s almost a normal reaction. After only one day at home I’m almost back in the pressure groove. I’m going to retire again one day soon and try just noodling through the rest of my life aimlessly. Of course, what we really need is a ‘happy medium’. It’s become something of a family joke that my aunt and I spend this week in Yosemite every year. We go because: we both love the things of nature and Yosemite provides such a perfect setting. Believe me it is always different. Three years of the Shuttle Bus has speeded up this difference. It has reversed the trend of commercialism. People who go there now really go to see and learn about the ‘wonder’ that is the Yosemite Valley. There weren’t as many bicycles as I had anticipated this year. The valley is small and people seem to be learing the jay of walking. It was great to see so many whole families walking and learning together. Even the rather expensive bus tours off the valley floor were crowded. We took one last year over to Tuolumne and Tioga way and I saw it for the first time. Not just passing thru in a car. Soon maybe we will take one whole vacation and do it Shanks Mare style. This is the way to really see. At our fireside chat session, part orientation and part gripes, with the ranger we learned that the park service plans to keep extending this return to nature as fast as it becomes feasable. Our ranger thought it would take long enough that we would not be involved. They have a plan to eventually keep all private cars out of the entire valley. Smog is beginning to affect the vegetation. People and camp gear would be brought in by Park transportation to reservation areas. Another innovation is the utter disregard for paths. No more is it forbidden to step off the marked trail. Now entire groups, most small but we went with one of about 75 people, just go tramping across meadows etc. following their Interpretor. We lost a man on one walk but he finally showed up. The park service is experimenting also with many of these innovative services. I thought they were extremely interesting. They have two types of rangers now. » One is classed interpretive services and the other is the policing service. Yosemite has at least a dozen mounted rangers now who spot the ‘troubled ones’ or the ones in trouble. Change they say is good and in this case I am inclined to agree. Yosemite was being ruined for posterity by the hoardes of vacationers who wanted just any fun resort. We got up one morning for a hike to Old Inspiration Point to see the sunrise. Even to me, old timer that I am, this was a new sight. The Wawona Tunnel was completed before I ever saw that part of the park. Old Inspiration Point is on the old Stage Road into the valley. It was worth the short but rugged climb to see the sun come in over clouds rest and gradually work its way down the valley to take in the many beautiful and interesting formations along the steep valley walls. My husband says.‘‘and you call that resting!’’ Another morning we walked around Mirror Lake. Altogether it was close to 4 miles. In the entire distance we saw only three other groups. Most of the time we were really alone with the wilderness. Of course, there were the mosquitos. My husband and I did this trail once years ago on horseback. There is quite a stable in the valley. I don’t believe this means of transportation will ever replace Shanks Mare. The ranger told us that Mirror Lake is fast being lost. Seems it’s the nature of things for this little cup in Tenaya Canyon to gradually fill with silt and become a meadow. I’m no Lillian Mott but I must say Yosemite Meadows are things of beauty and interest so far as wild flowers are concerned. So maybe it’s as it should be. It does sheem a shame to lose anything as beautiful as that little gem of a lake that mirrors so much of the surrounding beauty in its quiet waters. We saw many other beautiful things and walkéd many other miles but I just can’t tell you about Rough and Ready News By Faye Dunbar all of them. If you haven’t seen for yourselves you can tell I highly recommend Yosemite. I could go on and on about our vacation but I will finish with this one little gem. As a child my mother kept me occupied for hours calling Doodle-bugs. She assured me she had seen them. I never actually saw one. For many years now I have been convinced they were a myth. Oh, ye of little faith! They are real. I still have not seen one but I have seen pictures. Actually they are Myrmeleontidae. It sure was difficult ‘holding the book open and copying with my other hand. Who could ever remember the letters in that strange name long enough to write them all down. Anyway it’s commonly called an Ant Lion. They make a little cone of fine sand and lay in a pit at the bottom to live off the ants and _ Other insects that inadvertantly fall into the cone. The victims try to crawl back up the steep sides of the crater and their efforts cause the sand to slide down into the pit. This disturbs our Myrmeleontidae and he catches them with his “long grooved jaws’’. I doubt that my mother knew all these scientific details but you can see how it worked. Your breath, or perhaps the vibration of calling, would disturb the sand just as an insect moving over it would and the old Ant Lion would come up to.catch his prey. I probably got so excited that I called so violently that I buried him faster than he could dig himself out. We have the most delightful fresh vegetables in our refrigerator. Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Wright who live on Hilaire Road have a beautiful garden. They think it has something to do with our cows and the barn Mr. Wright cleaned for me last winter. So we are the fortunate recipients of lots of lovely fresh garden vegetables. Grocery store cucumbers and those from Leona’s garden. don’t taste like the same vegetable. Leona’s mother, Mrs. Maysie Gayle, is visiting her for the summer. Mrs. Gayle is from down smogville way and would like to move here to be near Leona and to get some fresh air. They are trying to find a suitable place for her to live. They were canning string beans last Saturday when I called. Thanks to bushels of hard work the Wrights’ home and garden are just a little bit of heaven. Se ‘It’s a Small World After All’. Just received a letter from my cousin Mrs. John Reichart in Lake Placid, Florida. She sent a copy of their local paper, It carries a story of our CaliforniaNevada District Lions Clubs. They recruited the Lake Placid High School Band to represent this District at the recent Lions Convention in Miami. My cousin is very proud of the fact that the Lake Placid High Band won three ‘Superior’ ratings for their State. This of course coupled with prohibitive transportation costs was the reason for its selection. Don’t be surprised at the extra black heifer you see in our pasture. The little rascal lives up on Bitney Springs Road and belongs to Larry Personini. I don’t know just how long she had been wandering. She spent one day around the Grange Hall I hear. Yesterday, before coming here, She spent with the Baers just a ways up Squirrel Creek. Poor little wanderer is still a bit frightened. Missy, who mothers. everything in the pasture, was cleaning her up this morning so everything is copasetic with them. She won’t be here long. _ Look out, Parents, you are about to be licensed! According to Scinece News of May 12, “Dogs, pilots, scuba divers, plumbers, cab drivers, teachers and soil testers are all licensed. How about licensing parents—for the good of society and to protect children?” The Professor advocating this line says ‘‘we cannot afford the luxury of any fool adding to our numbers at any time—and, psychology. and related science do know shome child-rearing . principles that should be a part of every parent’s knowledge.’’ Next thing--‘Kumputer Kids!’

e 2 The Nevada County Nugget Wed., July 18,1973 Notes By PL. Went over to the State of Nevada not long ago and did a bit of sight-seeing in some places I’d heard about but had never before seen. It was fun....stayed overnight at the old Gold Hill Hotel (built in 1859 and the first of its kind in the entire State). Ran into a wedding celebration there, a happy but rather noisy occasion which threatened to stay that way all night. But the musicians finally gave out and everyone went to bed at a late hour. Parked the car on the famouns Geiger Pass Road into Virginia City and walked up. to a high “view point’’; where one stands atop a large rock and can “see forever’ on a clear day. Marvelous, breathtaking view that makes you feel mighty small and insignificant. Sat. down in an old bar and ruffled thru a phone book which contains some intriguinege place names....promoting ideas for other trips over there to find such places as Warrior’s Point, Virgin Valley, Steamboat, Rye Patch, Upper and Lower Clover, Bog Hot, Pequop and Porcupine! Came home four-bits ahead of the game because there was no attendant to be found when I wanted to leave a Virginia City parking lot! A nice young man had given me a ticket for the car and directed me to an excellent parking Stall....“‘take this ticket to soand so’s bar and they’1l validate it for you.’’ Well, what with one thing and another, I never did get to that particular bar...so came back prepared to fork over the 50 cent fee.-.there were dozens of cars still parked safely there, mine among them, but nary a soul showing the slightest interest in collecting any money from me. Kinda funny peculiar. Tried for motel accommodations at all the places mentioned in the local directory....no rooms at the inns, not even at the very historic Silver Dollar Hotel. But the gal at that desk was most acNEVADA COUNTY NUGGET 301 Broad Street Nevada City, Ca. 95959 Telephone 265-2559PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY BY NEVADA COUNTY PUBLISHING CO. Second class postage paid at Nevada City, California. Adjudicated a legal newspaper of general circulation by the Nevada County Superior Court, June 3, 1960. Decree No. 12,406. Subscription Rates: One Year .... $3.00 Two Years ... $5.00 _ Member of CALIFORNIA NEWSPAPER Off The Cuff Smith commodationg...she called down to Gold Hill and had them hold a room for my later arrival. Her description was really sometiing...“It sits all by itself on the right side of the road, you can’t miss it. Looks like it as about to collapse, but don’t let that worry you....inside it is absolutely darling and I know you'll just love it.’’ Well, it did look ready to fall down, but it didn’t....I did! Slipped on some pebbly gravel in the parking lot and narrowly escaped breaking a few bones. Managed to survive, although I spent several days hobbling around in some pain from muscle sprains. Had a really great ‘‘capsule’’ vacation....right up to within 13 miles of Nevada City on highway 20, when an accident looking for a place to happen almost succeeded in taking about four other cars over the cliff with him...mine included. This maniac came up behind me at about 70 miles per hour, slid around my car and out-rode three other vehicles, one just in front of me and two eastbound cars....we all had to either slam on our brakes or head for the nearest tree! It happened in the blink of an eye and he was long gone westbound....but if the other drivers were like me, a lot of cussing and shaking in boots was the result. While at the hotel in Gold Hill I discovered just how friendly folks are over there in Nevada....with a little time to kill before the dinner hour, . I elected to sit on the veranda and watch passing traffic. Without exception, everyone driving by would slow down and wave a friendly greeting to me and the others seated on that wide porch. It was really kind of nice. Behind the hotel one could see the old buildings, shafts and. taling piles of an early mining operation....with the fading blow of sunset on them the view was a fit subject for a talented artist no less. Across the road there was a small schoolhouse and a » couple of residences. At one of those places there were two dogs i chained to trees....barking up a ‘storm at some kind of large ‘birds which kept dive-bombing -{ the dogs. The birds seemed to take a sadistic pleasure out of this game, which went on unitl darkness fell. Then everything ‘suddenly got so quiet....until the . swedding party began its ‘celebration....that you could hear the leaves on the trees several hundred feet away rustle softly in the evening breeze. Opening meeting on vocational education The county board of education will-hold an open meeting Thursday on_. vocational education. A film, ‘‘Revolution in Relevance,’”’ the latest movie from the State Department of Education on _ Vocational Education, will be shown at 8 p.m. in the multi-purpose room PUBLISHERS ASSOCIATION of Lyman Gilmore School. Vacations are wonderful! In these days of pressure they need to be longer and come more often. It took almost the whole first week to lose

the feeling of pressure. We get so geared to pressure that it’s almost a normal reaction. After only one day at home I’m almost back in the pressure groove. I’m going to retire again one day soon and try just noodling through the rest of my life aimlessly. Of course, what we really need is a ‘happy medium’. It’s become something of a family joke that my aunt and I spend this week in Yosemite every year. We go because: we both love the things of nature and Yosemite provides such a perfect setting. Believe me it is always different. Three years of the Shuttle Bus has speeded up this difference. It has reversed the trend of commercialism. People who go there now really go to see and learn about the ‘wonder’ that is the Yosemite Valley. There weren’t as many bicycles as I had anticipated this year. The valley is small and people seem to be learing the jay of walking. It was great to see so many whole families walking and learning together. Even the rather expensive bus tours off the valley floor were crowded. We took one last year over to Tuolumne and Tioga way and I saw it for the first time. Not just passing thru in a car. Soon maybe we will take one whole vacation and do it Shanks Mare style. This is the way to really see. At our fireside chat session, part orientation and part gripes, with the ranger we learned that the park service plans to keep extending this return to nature as fast as it becomes feasable. Our ranger thought it would take long enough that we would not be involved. They have a plan to eventually keep all private cars out of the entire valley. Smog is beginning to affect the vegetation. People and camp gear would be brought in by Park transportation to reservation areas. Another innovation is the utter disregard for paths. No more is it forbidden to step off the marked trail. Now entire groups, most small but we went with one of about 75 people, just go tramping across meadows etc. following their Interpretor. We lost a man on one walk but he finally showed up. The park service is experimenting also with many of these innovative services. I thought they were extremely interesting. They have two types of rangers now. » One is classed interpretive services and the other is the policing service. Yosemite has at least a dozen mounted rangers now who spot the ‘troubled ones’ or the ones in trouble. Change they say is good and in this case I am inclined to agree. Yosemite was being ruined for posterity by the hoardes of vacationers who wanted just any fun resort. We got up one morning for a hike to Old Inspiration Point to see the sunrise. Even to me, old timer that I am, this was a new sight. The Wawona Tunnel was completed before I ever saw that part of the park. Old Inspiration Point is on the old Stage Road into the valley. It was worth the short but rugged climb to see the sun come in over clouds rest and gradually work its way down the valley to take in the many beautiful and interesting formations along the steep valley walls. My husband says.‘‘and you call that resting!’’ Another morning we walked around Mirror Lake. Altogether it was close to 4 miles. In the entire distance we saw only three other groups. Most of the time we were really alone with the wilderness. Of course, there were the mosquitos. My husband and I did this trail once years ago on horseback. There is quite a stable in the valley. I don’t believe this means of transportation will ever replace Shanks Mare. The ranger told us that Mirror Lake is fast being lost. Seems it’s the nature of things for this little cup in Tenaya Canyon to gradually fill with silt and become a meadow. I’m no Lillian Mott but I must say Yosemite Meadows are things of beauty and interest so far as wild flowers are concerned. So maybe it’s as it should be. It does sheem a shame to lose anything as beautiful as that little gem of a lake that mirrors so much of the surrounding beauty in its quiet waters. We saw many other beautiful things and walkéd many other miles but I just can’t tell you about Rough and Ready News By Faye Dunbar all of them. If you haven’t seen for yourselves you can tell I highly recommend Yosemite. I could go on and on about our vacation but I will finish with this one little gem. As a child my mother kept me occupied for hours calling Doodle-bugs. She assured me she had seen them. I never actually saw one. For many years now I have been convinced they were a myth. Oh, ye of little faith! They are real. I still have not seen one but I have seen pictures. Actually they are Myrmeleontidae. It sure was difficult ‘holding the book open and copying with my other hand. Who could ever remember the letters in that strange name long enough to write them all down. Anyway it’s commonly called an Ant Lion. They make a little cone of fine sand and lay in a pit at the bottom to live off the ants and _ Other insects that inadvertantly fall into the cone. The victims try to crawl back up the steep sides of the crater and their efforts cause the sand to slide down into the pit. This disturbs our Myrmeleontidae and he catches them with his “long grooved jaws’’. I doubt that my mother knew all these scientific details but you can see how it worked. Your breath, or perhaps the vibration of calling, would disturb the sand just as an insect moving over it would and the old Ant Lion would come up to.catch his prey. I probably got so excited that I called so violently that I buried him faster than he could dig himself out. We have the most delightful fresh vegetables in our refrigerator. Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Wright who live on Hilaire Road have a beautiful garden. They think it has something to do with our cows and the barn Mr. Wright cleaned for me last winter. So we are the fortunate recipients of lots of lovely fresh garden vegetables. Grocery store cucumbers and those from Leona’s garden. don’t taste like the same vegetable. Leona’s mother, Mrs. Maysie Gayle, is visiting her for the summer. Mrs. Gayle is from down smogville way and would like to move here to be near Leona and to get some fresh air. They are trying to find a suitable place for her to live. They were canning string beans last Saturday when I called. Thanks to bushels of hard work the Wrights’ home and garden are just a little bit of heaven. Se ‘It’s a Small World After All’. Just received a letter from my cousin Mrs. John Reichart in Lake Placid, Florida. She sent a copy of their local paper, It carries a story of our CaliforniaNevada District Lions Clubs. They recruited the Lake Placid High School Band to represent this District at the recent Lions Convention in Miami. My cousin is very proud of the fact that the Lake Placid High Band won three ‘Superior’ ratings for their State. This of course coupled with prohibitive transportation costs was the reason for its selection. Don’t be surprised at the extra black heifer you see in our pasture. The little rascal lives up on Bitney Springs Road and belongs to Larry Personini. I don’t know just how long she had been wandering. She spent one day around the Grange Hall I hear. Yesterday, before coming here, She spent with the Baers just a ways up Squirrel Creek. Poor little wanderer is still a bit frightened. Missy, who mothers. everything in the pasture, was cleaning her up this morning so everything is copasetic with them. She won’t be here long. _ Look out, Parents, you are about to be licensed! According to Scinece News of May 12, “Dogs, pilots, scuba divers, plumbers, cab drivers, teachers and soil testers are all licensed. How about licensing parents—for the good of society and to protect children?” The Professor advocating this line says ‘‘we cannot afford the luxury of any fool adding to our numbers at any time—and, psychology. and related science do know shome child-rearing . principles that should be a part of every parent’s knowledge.’’ Next thing--‘Kumputer Kids!’