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| - This used to be way off the beaten path, but as the far edge of the valley has grown it's crept closer and closer to civilization. Right now it's about 20 minutes past Vegas on 95. Pay close attention or you'll miss the turn off.
Desert National Wildlife Refuge is run by the US Fish and Wildlife service off the turnoff, but about 30 minutes down a gravel path. The crappiness of the road is a big turn-off to going - it's like something you'd encounter in the third world. Bring 4-wheel Drive - you can just barely tolerate getting to the visitor's station without it.
Some rules: no four wheeling here, and no firearms. It's a wildlife preserve, duh.
The visitor's center has a fun little hike around Coal Creek, a managed watershed. There's a restored railroad cabin and a horse sleeping in the pasture that the rangers keep, and you can pick up a guide to the animals and birding at the parking lot/educational facility. There's also quite a nice bathroom, for government parkland. We had my toddler godson with us and he enjoyed getting to run around outside a great deal.
By far the saddest thing about Coal Creek is the little aquarium building they have set up on the trail. It houses what is apparently the last population of Pahrump pupfish, which used to live in a well-spring before we greedy desert assholes drained it to have grass in our yards. Or whatever.
The fish are nothing much to look at, being kind of drab, small and brown - and they live in murky water, which apparently they prefer because they eat algae. It's still goddamn sad, though. The informative plaque on their aquarium will let you know that Fish and Wildlife first moved them to Coal Creek after their original home got drained, and then they were moved to the tank because invasive crawdads and frogs kept eating them.
You are not allowed to picnic here, again, animal sanctuary guys.
We didn't go on any of the other trails because we had a baby and no 4-wheel drive, but we've heard good things. If you live nearby, I'd recommend a trip - we didn't see any other living souls on the Monday afternoon we went, making this a real piece of wild left for Nevadans to visit.
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