Sat Nov 03, 2007 11:44 am
Last spring my wife and I flew to Moab for a few days hiking, and enroute we landed at Eureka, NV, which is home of the annual Mother's Day fly-in. It was about a week after Mother's Day, but Jen was the first female pilot to land for the blessed event, so she got a trophy.
She was only a student pilot at the time, so she promised to come back when she got her wings. With perfect weather this week, we decided to fly over and she could earn her trophy. As usual, I got to sit in the right seat...
Eureka is at the limits of our x-country endurance, and Jen did some extensive flight planning, finally deciding we could make it without stopping and still have enough fuel reserve to keep me from getting grumpy. She did a good job...she calculated 2:58 flight time and we pulled up to the Eureka pumps at exactly 3:00 hours.
There were cloud decks at about 10,000 feet which had us doing some maneuvering around mountain ranges. Flying a small plane in Nevada is always interesting...fuel stops are few and far between, and the topography and military airspace conspire to make flying a direct line unlikely, at least in a 140. Once in Eureka we were met by the live-in FBO husband and wife team, Vincie and John. They are two of the friendliest people you could hope to meet, and after fueling up and tying down, they gave us a ride into town.
Eureka is a very small, very cute little town. It's a high altitude mining town well past it's prime, but not in complete decay. It's damn close to a ghost town with a resident population. We were hoping to stay at the historic Jackson House, a hotel over a saloon, but it was closed for the winter. That left us with the Best Western, which surprised the crap out of me by being quite nice, at least for a Best Western in BFE.
After a couple beers and a game of pool at the Owl Club we went to the grocery store (resplendent with more stuffed heads than a taxidermy shop) and bought the fixings for dinner. The stunningly clear night air and the smell of juniper fires took me back 20 years to when I was a BLM firefighter stationed in Mountain Springs.
The next morning we got a walking tour guide of Eureka from the hotel desk and set out on foot. You can walk from one end of town to the other in about fifteen minutes, but there's enough old buildings and historical sights to keep you busy for a couple hours. Three of the principle attractions are the renovated play house, the Eureka museum, and the Court House (no guns allowed).
After spending a couple hours seeing the town we went back to the hotel and a handyman gave us a ride out to the airport. The flight back home was so smooth we could trim the plane by leaning forward or backward.
The fact that we were there on a couple of perfect fall days probably helps, but I really enjoyed my visit to Eureka. I've always been a big fan of Nevada, and it's a real treat to be able to fly to another world in three short hours.