Moho Mine

This is a mine we went to at the end of a four-day trip to western Nevada a few years ago. It was a great trip, and we met up with Lewis, Bill, Cat and ghost town author Shawn Hall along the way. We covered some remote territory and hardly saw another soul out there.

On the way to the Moho, we stopped at the old ghost town of Marietta. Not much remains of old Marietta. All of the old stores and houses have fallen.

High on the mountain, the Moho mine was a gold and silver producer in the 1900s with a few thousand feet of workings, much of them caved now.

Moho Mine

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On the trail with Bill and Cat.

Bill's Xterra.

I'm in a tight spot.

Little remains of Marietta.

Ruins.

General store.

We meet up with Shawn Hall at a spring at the base of the mountain. Lewis is riding with Bill.

Myself and Shawn Hall.

Shawn Hall.

We head uphill to the mine camp.

Looking down on the valley.

View of Teels Marsh.

What a view!

Machinery foundations.

Mine camp ruins.

We find a modern headframe.

Myself and a headframe.

Parked at the camp.

We do some scouting around the mine site. There used to be a dozen or more cabins up here.

Remains of the mine camp.

Ruins.

Only a few cabins remain standing.

Lonely cabin.

Lewis checks out a small prospect.

Barrel.

Tanks and caved adits.

View of the White Mountains in the distance.

Ruined cabin.

Miner's cabin.

An adit.

Parked at the upper adit.

The upper adit.

Open portal doors.

Cat, Lewis, Alysia and Shawn check out a blast curtain.

Danger.

Drift with air line and some roof bolts.

Escapeway.

Electrical station.

Ore chute and air line.

More drifts.

Work table.

Heading out.

Dark portal.

Shawn and Alysia are already outside.

Bill, myself and Cat watch Lewis hiking uphill. (Always a good time.)

Happy explorers.

Rails.

These stairs are not recommended.

We drive up higher on the mountain and find more ruins.

This cabin is made from heavy timber.

Bill and cabin. The roof has blown off.

We have a pretty nice view up here.

Nice view to wake up to every morning.

On our way out, we spot some burros.

And then, we see a few wild horses.

Wild horses.

They are watching me carefully.

On our way home, we pass by Mono Lake at sunset.

Rain and fading sunlight over the Sierras.

Sunset over Mono Lake.

A nice end to the trip.