Featuring live music, appetizers, and libations under the Harvest moon – the full moon that occurs closest to the start of Autumn.
Virginia City is celebrating the 63rd annual International Camel and Ostrich Races Sept 9-11! Come on up and join us, the V&T Railroad, for a 1.5 hour train ride departing from and returning to Virginia City under the full harvest moon. We will embark on a twilight journey through antique railroad infrastructure and vast rolling hills to American Flats. Enjoy live music, some light history, and the likely sighting of wild horses and other wildlife.
Train tickets include 2 beverages (options include white/red wine or light/dark beer, la croix or root beer), appetizers, and roving live folk music from Kat Heart & Jenna Talbott.
Bring a light jacket.
Here’s the full flyer:
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