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St. Thomas, Nevada Re-visited


Associated Press

ST. THOMAS, Nev. — Jeny Phillipeck and his family zipped around Lake Mead's St. Thomas cove on boats and water skis for 20 years, never realizing they were playing above a desert Atlantis.

This year, with a Western drought dropping the vast reservoir behind Hoover Dam to its lowest level since the mid-1960s, Phillpeck left the boat on the trailer and led a family trek to the dusty remains of old St. Thomas — a Mormon community flooded in the 1930s to slake the thirst of the Southwest.

D'Arynne Phillipeck, 18, clutched her baseball cap to her head against a blast-furnace August wind and described the foundation of a house and a drinking water cistern they found amid tree stumps and fast-growing tamarisk brush.

At water's edge, a crumbling chimney marked the site of a longago ice cream parlor. "When we were water ski-ing, we were 70 feet over someone's house" said her dad, Jeny Phillipeck, from Simi Valley, Calif.

Vema Chadburn Heller, 84, grew up in one of those homes, and remembers the ice cream parlor. It was Reinhold Hannig's place.

"We didn't any of us have marked the last letter from St. Thomas on June 11, 1938, and tossed the last sack of mail into a boat at the post office doorstep. Hugh Lord waited a little longer.

"He said the lake would never reach him," said Virginia "Beezy" Tobiasson, 58, historian for the surrounding Moapa Valley and Heller*s daughter-in-law. "He said he was going to stay in his house." Tobiasson pores over maps, ledgers and joumals at an old schoolhouse library in nearby Logandale. She has a photograph of Lord stepping from his porch onto a rowboat before setting his home ablaze. "He torched the house," she said.

In the three years it took for the lake to reach 45 miles up stream to the confluence of the Muddy and Virgin rivers, the Army Corps of Engineers dismantled or moved town buildings, cut the mock orange trees lining Main Street and exhumed the dead from the town cemetery. They were reburied in Overton, eight miles up the road.

The town was famous for cantaloupes, Tobiasson said. Every family had at least one milk cow and a grape arbor. They dried grapes for raisins and grew apricots, peaches, almonds, pomegranates, asparagus and figs.

These days, the National Park Service says the site, within Lake Mead National Recreation Area, gets 300 visitors on weekend days. It is accessible from the bluff promontory at the end of a 3.4-mile washboard dirt road off state Highway 169.

These days, the National Park Service says the site, within Lake Mead National Recreation Area, gets 300 visitors on weekend days. It is accessible from the bluff promontory at the end of a 3.4-mile washboard dirt road off state Highway 169.

Determined scavengers surreptitiously scour the site with metal detectors, and rangers fret that people are making off with teacups, bricks and other artifacts. "We want people to be able to go there and see this town frozen in time" spokeswoman Roxanne Dey said. "But we are having a problem with treasure hunters out there."

"The more people who know about and appreciate the town, the more they*ll want to help us protect it for the future" he said Looting wasn’t considered a problem when St. Thomas resurfaced before during drought in 1952, and again in the early 1 1960s, when the Lake Powell reservoir was being filled upstream on the Colorado River

Heller visited then, and found a shiny $5 gold piece in the old wagon yard. She recognized the school by its fallen arches and hint of stairs, and the Gentry Hotel by its

sheer size.

She won't visit this year, she said. She's getting too old.

St. Thomas is exposed because Lake Mead's surface has dropped

72 feet since January 2000, leaving a bathtub ring of mineral white on more than 700 miles of rocky shore line.

"It's telling us a story about change in the desert and how people adapted;" said Michelle Riter, a park ranger who has researched St. Thomas.

She imagines farmers going to church and the rodeo, children picking R.O. Gibson*s front-yard cherry tree clean, eight-horse teams clattering down dusty Main Street hauling heavy copper ore from the Grand Gulch mine 30 miles away. Tiny Las Vegas, with 5,165 residents, was a tortuous 70 miles of bad road away.

Officials say that if drought persists, the lake could drop 14 feet more by next summer, to 1,129 feet above sea level. It would still be more than half full, about 500 feet deep at the dam, and contain about 4.6 trillion gallons of water. Water intake tunnels that supply the Las Vegas area are at 1,050 feet and 1,000 feet.

St. Thomas had no plumbing, no electricity, no refrigeration, no air conditioning.

"Nothing to make it easy" said Heller, who now lives in a double wide mobile home on an acre of land with shady fruit trees in Logandale.

"We took water out of an irrigation ditch with buckets and ran it through charcoal into a barrel out next to a tree," she said. "Cooling was out under an arbor in the back yard. We slept outside until almost Thanksgiving, it was so warm."

Heller recalled bouncing with other barefoot kids in an open sided bus eight miles up the road to Overton to see black-and-white picture shows. She milked cows and churned butter with her mother to sell to miners — and then to the surveyors who came to town to scout sites for Hoover Dam.

She had nightmares about a wall of water swamping her two-story home. But when the water did come, it rose steadily, not all at once.

Heller, who lived in Logandale by then, used to go to the bluff with her daughter, then 2 years old.

"It was interesting to watch the water come in over the town and fill the old cisterns and then the basements" she said. "It would push the air out and the water would spurt."

Jerry Phillipeck accepted a cold bottled water from his 20-year-old son, Paul, and looked from the bluff across the old town site, a finger of blue water, and a wide green valley framed by stark mountains of gray, red and brown.

Phillipeck said the group didn't pick up any souvenirs during their hike.

"I've got 20-some-odd years coming here;" he said. "I wouldn't take anything. It belongs to history, not to me."



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