My Grandfather's House: A Pilgrimage to Carlin, NV

My Grandfather and I have drastically different political views but we both share a love for the Nevada backcountry and good recipes. This labor day weekend, I decided to make the eight hour drive to see him. He drove me all around his corner of Nevada and I had him show me on his favorite dirt roads and fishing holes so I could mark them with a GPS. We cooked rabbit, deer and fish that he caught and we went picking elderberries from the Ruby Mountain wilderness.

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