Pahrump has a strange feel to it. To me, it seemed to be a cross between the Slabs in southern California and Las Vegas. There appear to be many retirees; as well as ragamuffins. I wonder if many aren’t those who can’t really afford to live in Vegas or don’t want the hustle and bustle of a big city.
But we did find everything we needed: wifi at the Elks’ Lodge, hot fudge sundaes, a Walmart, a nice library, a Dollar Store, and a $10 T-bone steak at the casino.
We even found a winery, the Pahrump Valley Winery, and took a tour of the small operation. They get their grapes from California and “bottle the best California wine in Nevada.”
The view of the snow on Mt. Charleston in the Spring Mountains was quite nice and could be viewed throughout the town.
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