Ghost towns aren’t the only spooky spaces in the Silver State.

The miner’s cabin—located at the head frame of the Yellowjacket Mine in Gold Hill—is a popular destination for paranormal researchers and casual ghost enthusiasts. In 1869, a fire took the lives of nearly 35 miners, some of whom were never recovered from the shafts.



Do you believe in ghosts? The spiritual; the spectral; the supernatural? There’s no denying that Nevada is a choice locale for those seeking paranormal pastimes, exemplified by the repeat visits of popular television shows such as “Ghost Adventures” and “Ghost Hunters.” If your inquisitiveness into the spiritual world is piqued, or you’re simply looking to explore a new area during the witching hour, there are many tours and stays in the Silver State that are set to accommodate. So as the autumn leaves begin to fall and Halloween draws near, consider a different approach to the ordinary haunted house or ghost town experience. Who knows; you just may be one of the lucky ones who have the pleasure of a poltergeist’s presence.

The miner’s cabin at the Gold Hill Hotel can sleep up to six guests and includes a full kitchen and eating area.

When I heard we would be spending a night in the miner’s cabin at the Gold Hill Hotel—one of the most popular destinations for paranormal researchers in the state—and taking a walking ghost tour in Virginia City both in the same night, I was naturally (or supernaturally) elated.

The sky was a ghoulish gray during the drive to the Gold Hill Hotel in mid-July, and I laughed to myself at the notion that many good horror movies start exactly like this: unsuspecting characters travel to destination, bad weather prevents them from leaving, destination ends up being haunted…you know the rest. Constructed in 1861, the historic hotel was the perfect location for a home base during our ghostly excursion.

Editor Megg Mueller and I arrived at the hotel mid-afternoon and were joined by Megg’s boyfriend, Ross. We were greeted by Gold Hill Hotel Marketing Manager and Nevada expert Clay  Mitchell, who gave us a tour and history before an early dinner at the Crown Point Restaurant. The restaurant serves a scrumptious assortment of pizzas, burgers, gourmet entrees, and specialty dishes, fueling us up for the long night ahead.

After dinner, Clay showed us our “ghost hunter kit”—available for rent to guests of the hotel for $25. The kit contains a recorder for capturing electronic voice phenomenon (EVP), an EMF meter for measuring electromagnetic fields, a compass, a deck of cards, and an assortment of interesting items and books aimed at helping us capture spiritual presence.

The head frame of the Yellowjacket Mine was once used to haul ore from the ground below.

Our home for the night was the miner’s cabin, located at the base of the historic Yellowjacket Mine head frame. During the Comstock era, the cabin housed miners entering and leaving the mine, and served as a checkpoint to combat high grading—the theft of gold- and silver-bearing material by miners.

A mine fire in 1869—one of the worst mining tragedies in Nevada at the time—took the lives of nearly 35 miners, some of whose bodies were never retrieved. Though not the only supposedly haunted room at the hotel, we decided it was the perfect room considering the grisly history.

The cabin is an apartment-style lodge that includes two queen beds, a full kitchen, eating area, and two bathrooms, and sleeps up to six guests. Though comfortable, the room gives off an eerie presence the moment we step in and organize our belongings. After exploring the cabin for a bit, we snap a few photos and head up to our next destination—Virginia City—for the Bats in the Belfry walking ghost tour.

The crypt where bodies of deceased Comstock residents were stored in winter—located in the Washoe Club in Virginia City—is a stop on the Bats in the Belfry tour.

We arrived to an amalgam of opaque windows and peculiar silhouettes as twilight greeted us in Virginia City. Our destination was the Silver Queen Hotel, where we met up with Debbie Bender, our tour guide for Bats in the Belfry.

After a quick briefing in the wedding chapel at the Silver Queen, we headed upstairs in our hunt to make contact with the spirit world. Armed with several EMF meters, we head to the most haunted room in the hotel, looking for any spikes in activity. “Once in a while we get lucky and the spirits want to say hi to us,” Debbie says as we keep an eager eye out for movement on the meter. “We’re going to look for the needle to start moving. Once it does, we’re going to look for anything manmade around us that may be causing it to move. After we’ve eliminated that possibility, we’re going to assume there is something of a paranormal nature and make contact with it.”

We made our way to Room 11, which is said to be frequented by the spirit of a prostitute named Rosie who died in the hotel during its early days. As Debbie attempted to make contact with Rosie, the meters began to bounce and everyone in the room began to squirm with excited nervousness.

The tour continued on through the streets of Virginia City, stopping at various historic buildings. Debbie shared an abundance of historical and haunted tidbits, taking note of any spikes on the EMF meter or any “orbs” that may have been captured in the photos people were taking. The tour wrapped up at the Washoe Club, with a visit to the crypt in the back of the bar and a spiral staircase that was featured on Ripley’s Believe it or Not! for being the longest of its kind without a supporting pole. After we said goodbye to Debbie and the rest of the Bats in the Belfry crew, we headed back to the Miner’s Cabin in Gold Hill.


When we returned to the hotel, Ross and I tinkered with several of the items in the ghost kit, seeing if we could spike the needles on any of our supernatural meters. Save a couple quick blips that showed up near the bookshelf next to my bed, there was relatively little action. After a long day of ghost hunting, we retreated to bed, ready for a good night’s sleep. As I awoke the next morning, I knew one thing that was for certain about the beds in the Miner’s Cabin: they were hauntingly comfortable, because I was out like a light, and fortunately, was not awoken during the night by any inquisitive apparitions.



There are many more ghost tours and haunted experiences across the Silver State. Here are just a few spooky experiences that give visitors a look into the world of haunted Nevada:

Debbie Bender is a Bats in the Belfry tour guide and history buff.

Carson City’s history is explored and theatrically recreated in the 20th annual Carson City Ghost Walk on Oct. 18. The Ghost Walk is a delightfully spooky and enjoyable way to experience Carson City’s Victorian Era and diverse past. Meet lingering spirits with many haunted and paranormal stories to take in. Some of the spirits even lead the guided walking tours of the downtown district’s historic homes. Tours visit inside at least five different houses, last approximately 90 minutes, and depart every half hour beginning at 10 a.m. from 3rd and Curry Streets. Tickets cost $15 in advance and $20 the day of the event., 775-348-6279.


Have you ever wanted to hunt ghosts in a 100-year-old haunted Nevada mining town? Participate in a ghost investigation that will take you to the haunting grounds of Goodsprings, as seen on the popular television show “Ghost Adventures.” Over the years, many ghostly sightings have taken place in and around the deserted remains of Goodsprings, making it the perfect location for a ghost hunt.

Ghost hunting equipment is provided and the adventure includes a pizza party at the world-famous Pioneer Saloon.

This tour also includes free transportation to and from Goodsprings from Las Vegas, and lasts approximately four hours., 702-677-6499


Experience Sin City’s original award-winning ghost adventure: the Haunted Vegas Ghost Hunt. This spirited and spooky ghost hunt takes guests to the haunting grounds of Bugsy Siegel, Liberace, Redd Foxx, and Elvis Presley. Renowned paranormal investigator Robert George Allen makes it possible for you to visit eerie sites by offering a guided tour and ghost hunt, featuring Las Vegas’ darkest ghostly secrets. Tours are scheduled at 9:30 p.m. Thursday through Monday., 702-677-6499

The Pioneer Saloon was built in 1913, and is one of the stops on the Goodsprings Ghost Hunt. It is considered one of the most haunted places in the state. Taking a ghost tour can be a great way to learn about the history of several towns in Nevada.

The Biggest Little City Ghost Walk in Reno runs through late October. Renoites Janice and Bill Oberding are the tour guides on this glimpse into Reno’s haunted past and present. Attendees can expect to hear stories of notorious men and women who left their marks on many of the downtown area’s buildings and locations.

Historian and author of numerous books on Nevada’s ghosts/history, Janice Oberding has investigated nearly every noted haunted Nevada location and ghostly phenomena throughout the state. She has appeared on TV shows including “Ghost Adventures,” “Ghost Hunters,” “Scariest Places on Earth,” and “Dead Famous.”

Tours are scheduled Friday and Saturday evenings, and must be booked in advance. hauntednevada.com775-846-2331



Explore the jewel that is Nevada’s remote northwest corner.

High Rock Canyon is home to golden eagles, prairie falcons, hawks, owls, quail, chukar, mule deer, pronghorn antelope, bighorn sheep, and wild horses.

“There are no services. No water. Your cell phones won’t work. You will be on your own. PROTECT. RESPECT. SURVIVE.”

These somber words were our last warning as we left the pavement, released into the vast and unforgiving expanses of Nevada’s northwest corner. Armed with extra fuel, supplies, and what seemed like enough water to rehydrate the Black Rock Desert, we set off into one of the state’s most remote areas. Our odyssey destined us for grandeur and a little gleam, giving us pride in the fact that very few people since the pioneers have laid eyes on this majestic, yet desolate, forgotten corner of Nevada.

What brought us to this unacquainted corner of the state we know so well?

You did.

During Nevada Magazine’s yearlong quest to discover why our readers love Nevada, one of the most frequent answers we receive is its ‘wide open spaces.’ And so the Nevada Magazine editorial duo, appetites whet for adventure, decided to travel to Nevada’s hinterlands, blazing across more than 150 miles of washboard dirt roads, rocks, and dust, searching for those wide open spaces.

Follow us into the wild…

While it’s home to almost 70,000 people each Labor Day weekend, the Black Rock Desert also offers stunning 360 degree views of the playa.

Cruising north of Interstate 80 on State Route 447, I was embarrassed to admit this to Eric, but just stopping for cash at the ATM in Wadsworth and looking at fireworks had me pretty happy. No way this trip was going to disappoint.

The 16 miles to Nixon is uneventful but full of beautiful morning vistas. We cruised through the reservation, past the Pyramid Lake Paiute Tribe Museum & Visitors Center, and on to Gerlach.

With nothing around for miles, Associate Editor Eric Cachinero becomes the subject of a photo shoot.

Just 107 miles after leaving Reno, we found the storefront for the Friends of Black Rock High Rock in Gerlach, where we stopped for maps, to chat, and look around. Before we continued, we got some final driving advice, as the pavement will soon be deep in our rearview mirror. Reassured, we left some magazines, and said goodbye. And then suddenly:

“That’s a lot of dirt.”

A lifetime as a writer, and my first sight of the Black Rock Desert reduces me to master of the obvious.

“Do you want to drive on the playa?” Eric asked. Hell yes, I want to drive on the playa.

I knew we were on the tiniest slice of this massive wilderness, but as we drove into the area best known for the annual Burning

Man event, all I could think of is this place is huge…and flat. We got out to take photos, and suddenly “hot” was added to my list of adjectives. It’s a funny place to take pictures, because there’s nothing for miles, but you have to shoot it anyway. Rimmed by mountain ranges, trees, and shrubs showing glimmers of now-unfamiliar green, the Black Rock playa is as I’ve always heard; unreal in its simple perfection.

About 10 miles past Gerlach, the road to Soldier Meadows appears—beckoning us offroad with the promise of food and a bed—for those willing to make the trek.

I must admit that a sliver of apprehension overcame me as our vehicle left the pavement, destined for dirtroad distances the likes of which I’ve never conquered before. Would our vehicle break down? Would we have to spend a night (or more) in the desert? I took some comfort knowing we were stocked with survival supplies and a GPS locator in case things went south. And if you decide to do this trip, you should be prepared too—seriously.

Along with the aforementioned warning sign, a tactfully placed quote from Nevada explorer John C. Frémont gave me a hint of comfort knowing that we weren’t the only visitors this desert has intimidated in the past two centuries. In 1843-44—according to the sign—Frémont was the first euro-American to see the Black Rock Desert, writing, “The appearance of the country was so forbidding, that I was afraid to enter it.”

Our destination was Soldier Meadows Guest Ranch—the only oasis in the desert for miles. This working ranch provides visitors with beds, showers, and a hot, ranch-style dinner and breakfast.

The 50-mile dirt road to the ranch provides seemingly endless views of the illustrious wide open spaces. Anomalous rural ranches and a small assortment of opal mines stick out as being some of the only manmade structures to occupy the expanses.

After a day spent driving, hiking, and spotting bighorn sheep, Managing Editor Megg Mueller relaxes before dinner at Solider Meadows Guest Ranch.

After what seemed like 1,000 miles of washboard roads and just as I was convinced the wheels were going to fall off of our vehicle, a small patch of green perforated the desert scenery in the distance and I knew we had found our oasis. We soon arrived to a bucolic abode covered in green trees and even greener pastures. Panting ranch dogs greeted us as we stretched our legs and got settled in, only to quickly begin planning our next adventure.


After a picnic lunch at the ranch with the eight dogs keeping a close watch on our cold cuts, we headed for High Rock Canyon and Soldier Meadows Hot Springs;

Emigrant signatures are just one feature of High Rock Canyon, and can be found about five miles from the east entrance.

Eric’s been to the latter, but I’d yet to see a natural hot springs. We spied a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and headed over. It was a Bureau of Land Management building, available first-come. The shelves were full of canned goods, propane, dog biscuits, contact lens solution, and more, left by visitors paying it forward. There was a table, bed frame, and plenty of room to get out of the elements. Unfortunately the elements were 105-degree temps, but it looked to be cozy for fall or winter camping. There were also reading materials, so we left a magazine, signed the guest book, and moved on.

The hot spring wasn’t easy to spot, but Eric knew the way so we wandered down a hill on a well-marked path and there it was; a hole in the ground with a creek leading to it, except the water is  hot. Again, master of the obvious, but knowing it and feeling it are two different things. Despite being well used, the area was debris free; I chalked this up to the remote location.

I don’t love heights, so as we headed into High Rock Canyon, I was hoping for more canyon than anything else. The road required some pretty slow going and careful navigation, but I was secretly thrilled it climbed and dropped only mildly. The road is open only after May, due to the area’s raptor breeding and bighorn sheep lambing season. We had hit the mother lode I thought, as we traversed the canyon floor, spying myriad caves, emigrant signatures, rock faces that jut aggressively upward, and lichen-covered hills. The invisible creek that created this valley is overrun with verdant bushes and brush; add rock walls to this veritable buffet, and I knew the bighorn were there.

While a 4WD and slow driving are a requirement, much of the canyon didn’t need a high-clearance vehicle. It did however require a tolerance for dirty cars.

I constantly scanned the craggy hills, desperate for my first glimpse of Nevada’s state animal, refusing to listen as Eric reminded me it’s midday and unusually warm. We drove until Eric decided the state vehicle should go no further, then hiked a bit until we saw the canyon’s end. We headed back out the way we came, and as we were just about out of the canyon, I saw them. There, way up on a hill about 600 yards away, a pair of sheep. A ewe and a baby, but they were my first bighorns and I am elated.

We headed back for dinner, and join our hosts and the ranch staff for an amazing meal of delicately sauced chicken, green salad, rolls, and the tastiest side dish I’ve possibly ever had; corn and cheese. I have no idea what Brandy our cook did to create this odd but heavenly combination, but I didn’t skimp on seconds. Dessert’s lemon bars made me wish I had room for another, but I’ll never regret the corn and cheese.


We awoke to a hearty ranch-style breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausage, and all the fixin’s before departing our newfound friends at the ranch and continuing north along Soldier Meadows Road. Although the first couple miles past the ranch were fairly rocky, we took it slow and were soon united with a smooth dirt road, en route to the small border town of Denio Junction.

Bands of wild horses lined the hillsides in the distances, and a solitary antelope buck caught our attention as we moseyed up the road. What the country lacks in tourist attractions, it sure makes up in spectacular scenery. It’s not the first time I’ve felt infinitesimal amongst the expanses of Nevada, but as far as wide-open spaces go, we had hit the jackpot.

As we approached State Route 140—the first pavement we had seen in nearly 150 miles—not a single vehicle had passed us since our departure from Gerlach. But alas, during the last mile before the pavement, a single off-road motorcycle went buzzing past us in the opposite direction, and the “rush hour in rural Nevada” jokes became aplenty.

Denio Junction generally offers the only gas for many miles, but the pumps were being replaced during our visit. Call before you head out or do what we did; carry extra fuel.
Jake Wilson finesses opals from the ground at Royal Peacock Opal Mine.

Ready for more adventure, we set out for the Royal Peacock Opal Mine. It was tempting to chill at the Denio Junction Motel, but the idea of precious gems waiting in the hills 35 miles west was too alluring. Royal Peacock’s original proprietors, Harry and Joy Wilson, lobbied to have the Virgin Valley Black Fire Opal acknowledged by the legislature, and in 1987 it became the state’s precious gemstone. The Wilson’s daughter, Julie, and her son, Jake, now run the mine.

We passed wild burros and horses grazing along the lands surrounding Dufurrena Ponds, and wound our way back to the mine, where Julie gave us a quick look at the various opals we could find, including the rare black fire opal.

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Jake met us on the hill, and our geology lesson got underway. Spotting these gems is tough; opals are made from silica-packed solutions settling into cracks and voids, which can occur in rocks, tree branches, you name it. As the deposit dries and the cycle recurs, the gem is formed. To our untrained eye, it looked like a bunch of dirt and rocks, but Jake patiently showed us where to dig, and the proper technique. Eric and I quickly think everything with a sparkle is an opal, but with Jake’s guidance we actually helped uncover a piece of black opal, about 1 inch high, and maybe 2.5 inches long. It’s fragile and ended up in two pieces but that works for us; now we don’t have to share.

The mine’s RV park, gift shop, and office hosts visitors from around the world looking for an adventure.

Our score won’t change our lives, but like spotting bighorn, to us it’s heady stuff. We kept working the hill and each found a few more small pieces of varying types. Our head’s swim with Jake’s encyclopedic knowledge and the sweltering temperatures, so we called our foray into opal mining a success and head back for a cool drink and pictures of Royal Peacock’s RV and camping area.

The desert bighorn sheep is Nevada’s state animal and has very keen eyesight, allowing them to stay 700 yards away from hopeful tourist paparazzi.

After striking it rich (sort of ) and armed with a newfound knowledge of h w opals are formed, we decided to survey some of the area attractions.

Our first stop was Virgin Valley Campground, located approximately 28 miles from Denio Junction. The site is a popular destination for hunters (wildlife and gem), and offers drinking water, a spring-fed swimming hole, and a rustic shower house. The nearby Dufurrena Ponds are known for their sunfish, perch, and largemouth bass fishing. A short distance from the campground via dirt road is one of the area’s natural wonders: Thousand Creek Gorge. The gorge is exemplary of some of the spectacular geological scenery in the area.

As we took in more sights, the periods between exchanging yawns in the car began to dwindle and my gut grumbled at the thought of the highly acclaimed and anticipated burger that awaited us at Denio Junction. But first, we decided to make one more stop before calling it quits for the day.

We traveled east on S.R. 140 en route to Denio Junction before turning off the pavement at a sign that read “Bog Hot Road.” Keeping true to my desire to visit at least one new hot spring each time I travel in the state, we followed the dirt road for several miles before coming upon another local attraction aptly named Bog Hot Springs. Though the sweltering July temperatures dissuaded us from taking a dip, I added another must-revisit to my seemingly limitless list of Nevada destinations to come back to.

Soon we found ourselves back at the junction, each inhaling a Denio Burger and a cold beer, ready to hit the hay at the Denio Junction Hotel. Though not your typical Vegas suite, the rustic rooms provided us with a retreat from the heat and a good night’s sleep.


After days of searing temps, we awoke to overcast skies and spitting rain. Probably the only two things that could make us glad to rejoin the pavement on our trip back to Carson City via Winnemucca. I felt like I was in an alien world, where vehicles travel at high speeds, and fast-food places dot the landscape. It had only been three days, but that was plenty of time to succumb to the treasure and solitude that is Nevada’s least-traveled area, the stunning, often silent but visually resplendent northwest corner.

We definitely overpacked, but looking back, perhaps we both had a secret wish to spend a few extra days off-road and in the wild. Next time, for sure.

Bog Hot Springs is a series of springs created in an irrigation ditch that ends at Bog Hot Springs Ranch. Temperatures range from about 100 degrees to 105 degrees, depending on the pool. There are no facilities, but lots of room for camping and there are a few fire pits, too.
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