Did you see the pictures of Dr. Webber’s hotel, and the area around the lake, where Mr. Johnson stopped in August 1882?

The day after we last checked in with Mr. Johnson, he left Webber’s Lake to travel the twenty-eight miles to Silver Peak …

“This morning I got up early as usual and made ready to move another stage on my journey. Having had a good night’s rest, I feel tip-top and am anxious to reach Reno tomorrow. There I hope to be able to shoe my cow, if not, I do not know when it can be done. It is just half-past five and all ready to start.

“I went to the hotel to see if the doctor was up and told him I was ready to start but he would not let me till I had had some breakfast. ‘I do not wish to offend you, but am very anxious to cover as many miles today as possible,’ I said. ‘You stop and get a good breakfast and you will make more miles,’ he replied. I reluctantly stopped and requested a pail and went and milked my cow and handed him the milking. ‘You have a fine cow, she will more than pay her way,’ said the doctor.

“I sat down to a breakfast of beef and veal steak, boiled eggs, fried potatoes, biscuit and hot coffee, which I thought was well worth stopping for, and turning to the doctor I said, ‘Doctor, I have been well paid for the stopping, good morning.’ ‘I knew you would be; good morning. I hope you will make a success of your undertaking.’

“It was just half-past six o’clock as I left the hotel. My road was a good one, on a down grade. Traveling a little ways I came to where four roads crossed and took the left-hand road. About eleven o’clock, I came to a ranch where I stopped, giving my cattle a ration of water and grain. I then went on and after traveling about two miles came to another ranch, where I again halted for a short rest. Traveling still further, I came to a valley and passed through a timber lot which had been felled and the logs were scattered in the road and all around. This timber was handsome, not large but a good size for use — say, about two to four feet in diameter.

“I am still but a short distance from the Central Pacific Railroad, not more than two miles. It was with great difficulty I got through the timber lot, and when through I emerged into the turnpike for Reno.” …