Pryamid Lake, the Magic Place

Here is a view of Pyramid Lake between Reno and Gerlach, a lake so blue you think it must be a mirage. There are never any boats on the Lake, and campers seem to eschew the lakeside campgrounds. Maybe because they are close to the road. The lake is what remains of a vast inland sea, and it is springfed. Stocked with trout, too, but I'm not sure when fishing season is. Clark Gable fished here, in case you want to know.

One needs a permit to camp, picnic, boat, whatever, but it's only $5.00.

The lake is so beautiful you think you must have stepped into a dream. There's a wildlife viewing area just off the high to Gerlach. The nearest town is Nixon, an Indian village with a museum and a store. Nixon has no casino but looks fairly prosperous. Don't speed through town, by the way, or you will help make the community even more prosperous. The pryamids sticking up in mid-lake are truly incredible. And how many people have even heard of Pryamid Lake? A well kept secret.

UPDATE: Dear Lovers of Pyramid Lake,The Paiute Tribal Council has decided to close Pyramid Lake to overnight camping effective Oct. 1st due to graffiti and other disrespectful actions that have occurred there. The Council is open to receiving letters about this decision. If you have been touched by this sacred sanctuary and wish to share your love for it,thankfulness for being able to spend time there, ideas for protecting the lake/ guardianship actions, requests for reconsideration of the decision to prohibit camping in the future, or any other comments about your experiences there or otherwise, please send your comments to: Pyramid Lake Paiute Tribal Council, 208 Capitol Hill, PO Box 256, Nixon, NV 89424. Please forward this to Captain Robert and all others who love the lake!Namaste,Deborah Dove

S.O. and I set up the Mystery Writers booth at the New England Independent Booksellers Association (NEIBA) today in Providence. A book show with a whole convention floor full of books is another dream. Zowie! One could go crazy. We have books spilling all over the house, but that is a good thing.

Last night I liked Kerouac better until Dean acted weird again. They are just across the border in Mexico, and clueless as usual.

Onward, onward,

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