Nestled in a valley of cacti and creosote bushes is the quiet, almost hidden gem of Nevada. Moapa Valley is a quaint, small town where you can accurately assume that you will see someone you know at Lin’s Grocery Store as you run in to get sticky chicken. It is the home of the Clark County Fair, where people wait all year for the best fried food and worst weather. It is the home of the Pirates, and you’ll see it proudly proclaimed on the bleachers every fall Friday as fans cheer on the football team in gold and blue. Best of all, Moapa Valley is my home.
I’ve been away from home for a while now, but with every trip that brings me back, I am reminded of how much I love it. I love the rising mountains over the mesa, the setting sun over the red rocks, the smell of a rare rain, and the simplicity of tractors on the highway. I love being reminded of my Pirate Pride. But most of all, I love the people who welcome me back. Those people — friends, family, and teachers — they are the reason I love Moapa Valley.
~ Hannah Sheldon