Jarbidge or Bust - "Overlanding" Nevada 2015

This site may earn a commission from merchant affiliate
links, including eBay, Amazon, Skimlinks, and others.

Andy is the king of top shelf homemade orange/lemon/grapefruit-cello. Sold!
 
Yep-that bottle of bourbon had already traveled 700 miles, it was time to taste it.

And it's Orangecello (a rif on Limoncello) the J is silent and invisible, like the R in Jarbidge.

So, in the months leading up to the trip, in all of the email correspondence, Andy (and subsequently everyone else) had been calling it "Jarbridge". Nobody ever caught the mistake. It is actually Jarbidge, the second 'R" is silent. And invisible. However, Jarbridge rolls off the tongue and sounds natural. Jarbidge sounds stupid (sorry Jarbidge, it just doesn't sound right).

If you Google Jarbridge, NV, Google takes care of your typo and takes you where you want to go. So there was no way to ever know how it was really spelled.

I noticed in the few days before the trip that I could never find the weather for Jarbridge on my Weather.com app. Pasquale somehow did, and when I looked closer to figure out how he found it, I noticed the correct spelling.

A few of us mentioned to each other, but maybe not to Andy, who kept calling it "Jarbridge" the entire time of the trip. Andy has never needed scolding before and none of us wanted to be the first one to do it.

After Dan (a stickler for the fine details) caught up with us, you could tell the mispronunciation was really bugging him. Any time Andy said "Jarbridge" on the radio, Dan would come back and use "Jarbidge" in a sentence, hoping Andy caught on. This went on for a while, and Dan's replies were subtle at first, his corrections becoming more and more obvious as time went on. Eventually Dan could stand it no longer, and had to finally come right out over the airwaves and teach a quick class on the proper pronunciation of "Jarbidge".

I know I laughed out loud when that happened.

After that, like stallion piles and LIPO batteries, the proper way to say Jarbidge was worked into every possible conversation.

.
.
.
Interestingly enough, it turns out that Alex, Andrew & I had been saying NevAHda correctly all along. However, Nevadians have been saying it so long that the proper pronunciation is now NevADa.

Andrew gets a huge kick now out of correcting people who don't pronounce Nevada like the people of NV do.
 
Last edited:
Shoshone Indians believed a giant monster called Tsawhawbitts lived in the canyon and abducted braves. One story says the tribe chased it into a cave and sealed it inside. Another says the warriors finally got fed up with the creature's attacks and moved away. Tsawhawbitts morphed into "Jahabich," which morphed into "Jarbidge."

"Jarbidge" itself is often corrupted into "Jarbridge" with two Rs. "If someone calls it 'Jarbridge' with the extra R," one local said, "you know they don't know much about the area"


Sidebar (polite way of saying "hijack" :D): I hope someone from our group got some photos of the beautiful rock hoodoos that lined the Meadow Creek canyon trail/Bruneau River Scenic Trail reminiscent of similar rock tower formations in Bryce Canyon Utah. Hmmm...maybe I spoiled the next surprise :D
 
Last edited:
Just to add to the confusion :grinpimp:

Jarbridge.webp
 
Oh boy...don't get me going on Mace's stealing of White Pine County's water resources. This might be more than a "side bar" :D

In addition to the greater Jarbidge area, White Pine County is another uber green (relative to the Nevada desert/basin) and lush landscape; spent many weeks in there...leave it alone Mace :D
 
Breakfast was a blur (I think there was bacon) and we eventually broke camp and got on the road.

Today had us crossing through some of the most amazing scenery and dramatic terrain of the trip.

It also seemed to change rapidly.

image.webp


image.webp


image.webp
 
All the water belongs to us.. :)

Beautiful country, it's a great perk of my job!
 
You guys go into the bar with the two headed cow?
 
The weather could not have been more perfect. For the first time on the trip, we didn't have any distant threats of rain.

image.webp


image.webp


image.webp


image.webp


We're getting closer!

image.webp
 
You guys go into the bar with the two headed cow?

The bartender was a little rough around the edges, but I wouldn't call her a cow!
 
she wanted us...all of us :D

I guess a long winter in Jarbidge might do that to a girl :D
 
and a different kind of pussy found in the Jarbidge Bar

DSC_2424.webp
 
At some point, we climb out of the valley, and start going up. I didn't check the elevation, but it feels like some of the highest elevations of the trip.

image.webp


We work our way up and over one mountain only to find a taller one right behind it.

One of these had a pretty narrow shelf road. Not scary, but you definitely paid more attention to the road than the scenery, lest you space out and miss a turn.

image.webp


image.webp


image.webp
 
Finally, we crest and reach the top of the world. The needle on the FULL-ON-EPIC-O-CITY meter had pegged, broken the peg, and was making a second revolution on the dial.

image.webp


image.webp


image.webp
 
Last edited:
This was a rare trip for me where I didn't take a thousand photos. But before we climbed onto this trail we did a super scenic narrow, sometimes hang'n on the edge of a cliff above the Bruneau River sorta trail...the type that makes Andy ask me every 30-seconds if I truly know where the F I'm heading :D. And of course there were more than a few mud patches to slither through/around in route.

To be fair there was at least one wash-out and work around on the narrow 4x4 Bruneau River trail section where I wondered if I was going to, once again, eat my words and need to get all of us 180'd and onto a different route. But the trail did indeed go through...and of course was uber scenic and fun to drive.

So on the way up, onto a trail that tees into the Bruneau River Trail, there were rather deep wash-out ruts running parallel to the trail track; straddling got us through...well almost all of us. Tom, who was in the middle of the caravan I think, slipped off and into the deepest crevasse. And although we thought he'd need a strap...he managed to extricate his 80 without too much fanfare.

This area, just west of Jarbidge proper, is just crazy green. So much so I can't imagine Scotland has anything over this countryside.

IMG_3705.webp

IMG_3702.webp
 
Last edited:
To add to that - a lot of the shelf road had full mud on the inner track (with a dry cliff-hanger track). If the both tracks were mud, that could have been an ugly situation!
 

Users who are viewing this thread

Back
Top Bottom