Who Killed Julia Bulette? It’s Murder Mystery Time
Two Trains, Saturday October 7 at 5:00pm and 6:30pm.
Solve Julia Bulette’s Murder
There’s been a murder and it’s up to you to solve it. Step aboard the Virginia & Truckee Railroad’s journey into the past where history, mystery, and adventure will converge. Join us on our exclusive Julia Bulette themed Murder Mystery Theme Train!
Join us as we transport you back to a captivating era of Virginia City, Nevada. Whispers of a bygone era come to life and the intrigue of a puzzling crime awaits. Embark on an unforgettable trip that combines the elegance of a bygone era with the excitement of a suspenseful whodunit. Board carefully preserved vintage carriages. You’ll be transported to the glittering world of the late 1800s, where secrets and scandals simmer beneath the surface.
Travel Back in Time
Imagine a time when Julia Bulette, the famed courtesan of Virginia City, held the town’s elite under her spell. You’ll be transported to an age of opulence and allure. Every passenger plays a role in solving the baffling murder that has sent shockwaves through the community. As the wheels of the locomotive turn, so will the gears of your mind. Engage in captivating conversations and piece together the intricate puzzle surrounding Julia Bulette’s untimely demise. With every twist and turn of the tracks, you’ll find yourself one step closer to unveiling the truth.
Not only will you become a detective for the evening, but you’ll also be treated to breathtaking vistas of the picturesque Nevada landscape. Join us for a captivating blend of history and entertainment, where the allure of the past collides with the excitement of solving a compelling murder mystery. Are you a history enthusiast, an amateur detective, or simply seeking an extraordinary experience? Our Julia Bulette Murder Mystery Theme Train promises an unforgettable evening filled with suspense, surprises, and sophistication.
All aboard for a night of elegance, enigma, and excitement!
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