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It was early on the Saturday morning before Thanksgiving—the kind of gray, muted morning that makes you wonder if the sun took an early holiday. It had rained more days than not that week, and everything was soaked: the yard, the fields, the road, even the air felt waterlogged.
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Cowboys in the Old West didn’t have therapists, bullet journals, or apps reminding them to drink water and ‘practice gratitude.’ What they had were long days, stubborn cattle, bad coffee, and enough silence to make a person hear thoughts they didn’t know they had. And when life got
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When I was a seventh grader, I was sure about one thing, that in college I would be quarterbacking UCLA. As it happened, I would be diving at Oregon, but that seventh grader had the conference right. So what can an aspiring seventh grader be certain about today? Could it
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I haven’t really sat down to write in years, but lately I’ve been doing it a lot, and I’ve been really enjoying it. Most of what I like to read, learn about, and write is local history. There are so many stories to share that it’s
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People are always telling me how great Santa Maria Day was and that we ought to bring it back. I’ve heard every version of it. Some say it was a big wine fest where all the local winemakers showed up to pour and see who had the best batch.
History
Dayton’s residents were happy to hear that during the Aug. 21 Lyon County Board of Commissioners meeting in Yerington, the commissioners voted 5-0 in favor of allowing the rebuilding of the historic 1881 Carson and Colorado Railroad Dayton Depot and to allow the signing of the contract with the
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When my dad, Mark King, was young, he didn’t just ride horses — he made them question their career choices. Dad’s world smelled like leather, dust, and courage. He worked rodeos across the West, hazing cattle, chasing steers, and eventually—because apparently sanity was negotiable—riding broncs. That’s
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We know horses love their show jumping, and dogs love their Frisbees, but what about birds and sea otters? Well, anyone who has been to Twain Haven in the last eight years has met Huckleberry, my pet jay, who lands here on the top deck at 8am for breakfast, noon
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When my dad was a boy, he brought a horse to school. That sounds like a setup for a joke — and in a way, it was — but to him, it was just another Tuesday. He must’ve been eight or nine when his mother decided he was destined for the
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In the autumn of 1879, former President Ulysses S. Grant made his way across Nevada on his grand World Tour. His route carried him through Dayton by rail, a line that continued just a few miles up the valley to the bustling town of Sutro, where the train often stopped
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I’m not a political analyst by any stretch of the imagination, but I do know a hawk from a handsaw when I see them together, and Russia’s President Putin is easy to read as a Halloween pumpkin head. Yes, once Putin believes he can bedevil Estonia with impunity,
Dayton
Long before HOA complaints and Facebook arguments, Dayton had its own “Nextdoor Drama.” It all started across the Carson River, where the hardworking Cassinelli family farmed their land and irrigated crops the old-fashioned way - by moving a few boards in the ditch to share the flow. Well, one neighbor