Continuing on the journey through Nevada, we arrived in Eureka to attend the wedding.

Eureka is one of twentysomething Eurekas in the country. But this one, like many other towns in Nevada, was a former mining center founded in the 1860s.

This photo was taken near the abandoned mine site called Ruby Hill. (It was awfully hazy due to the Northern California wildfires.)

The tiny town has it’s own quirky charm – kind of like the Old West meets a ‘60s hunting lodge.

Some views of the main street. Love that Louie’s Lounge!

Lots of great hand-painted signs.

Mounted stags in the supermarket, of course! (OK, maybe that’s a little creepy.)

Clever use of old wagon wheels.

The wedding was held in the Eureka Opera House. Here’s a picture of it with the historic Jackson House hotel on the left.

The opera house has a fantastic hand-painted curtain.

This was probably the most unique wedding venue I’d ever been to. I must say the cool locale made for a great event.

However, with the conclusion of the nuptials, our time in Eureka was up and it was time to move on the next morning.

Next stop: Stumbling upon one of the roughest towns in the West and a gorge.