Up Miracle hill There is nothing extraordinary when nearing Cabot Yerxa’s Pueblo House. There are no signs marking the way, no big flags and no crowds. It is found by going uphill on residential streets in a northeast corner of… Continue Reading →

But First And all of the sudden we’re in the age of Coronavirus and self-quarantine. It has been my intention to keep on blogging through these times, after all, there is plenty of time for it now that I am… Continue Reading →

Picture this. You’re driving through the barren desert on a remote two-lane road. Other than the beautiful rise of steep mountains in the distance, there is nothing but the flat desolate plateau of sparse vegetation and sand. Suddenly, you are… Continue Reading →

The Scene I first saw it in 1985 while traveling from Twenty-Nine Palms to Amboy, California. Hundreds upon hundreds of abandoned homes littered a 150 square mile valley. Being young and brash I didn’t quite grasp the enormity and impact… Continue Reading →

  We Are Expanding The second half of February will see some major changes at Outerealmz.com and we wanted to let you know what to look forward to!   Shirts The T-shirts are in. Very soon you’ll be able to… Continue Reading →

Between Two ghost towns   In the southern reaches of Nevada, about five miles southwest of Beatty, exist the stone ruins of two ghost towns. Indeed, the tales of both of these mining towns are legendary. However, in more modern… Continue Reading →

Why visit Thunder Mountain Monument Anyone who has ever driven the breadth of Nevada can tell you how the road goes on endlessly, seemingly leading you through varying levels of nothingness. Traversing a series of mountains and valleys across the… Continue Reading →

Note: This post is the first of three that will feature roadside oddities in Nevada.   Back in 1905, Goldfield was the largest town in Nevada. Boasting a population of over 20,000, grand hotels, sporting events and of course, record… Continue Reading →

If you are anything at all like me, a good drive entails a healthy dose of desolation and open country. Some of the most remote distances I have travelled have been in Nevada. Often, the sole companion on these drives… Continue Reading →

Along the ultra-lonesome State Route 21 in the western expanse of Utah, somewhere just beyond the realm of nowhere, the fading remnants of Frisco sit on a slope to the north. You’ll miss it if you’re not looking for it…. Continue Reading →