Esmeralda

Essy is a haven for the inner desert rat. All of her markers are not only greatly spaced apart, but they can all be attained within a day's drive ... but to get from "here and there" takes a long time. As for Goldfield itself, the old mining king doesn't offer much in the way of services. Its residents are a resilient lot. Goldfield harbors little more than a locally-owned motel and a general store with a few seasonal gas pumps. If Goldfieldians want more "action" they make the twenty-minute drive to "the city:" Tonopah, Central Nevada's hub of activity - and a fine base jump for you! The state's repititious boom-to-bust legacy in all triteness still whispers to those visit the land of remote and haunting landscape known as "Esmeralda."

In 1900, the name "Esmeralda" was born! In fact, "Esmeralda" owned newspapers nationwide with catchy one-liners that prompted fortune seekers from every corner of the nation to a little town named Goldfield. The chapter known as "Esmeralda" proved that "gold fever" was incurable and some claim, still incurable today. History does not deny the lasting legacy of this unassuming piece of Nevada ground, when in fact, much is left to be told. Many people traveling the long pavement of US 95 attempt a fathom or two as to how Goldfield, now a tiny town of about six hundred (residents, not rattlesnakes) was once Nevada's largest and most properous city of over twenty thousand!