Growing up in Carson City during the 1950s & 60s meant making your own fun. For adventurous Claire and her tag-along best friend, Libby sometimes they’d explore the spooky model mine beneath the Nevada State Museum. At one time the building housed the Carson City Mint.
I have it on good authority that on at least one occasion the girls hid in the mining cars there, jumping out and yelling, “Boo!” at unsuspecting tourists. And because it was such a small town, Libby’s mom would always hear about it before Libby got home. Scolding and groundings would ensue.
Lorie Smith Schaefer 