Start with the building itself, because it is older than every story on this page. Phil's own account: №7 came down from Monitor Pass in the early 1900s and was placed where it stands — no record survives of who moved it or the exact year. Buildings traveled in this county; Markleeville's old log jail came down the mountain the same way.

The plainest name on the row belongs to the era that made this a fishing resort. The Whitneys — a family of four — bought the place in 1946 and ran it the way you did then: as hunting, fishing, and packing guides, driving to central Nevada to bring back wild horses and training them, mostly, as pack animals. They added a gas station. They ordered four kit cabins out of the Sears & Roebuck catalog and put them up beside the river.

And they kept chickens — exotic ones, chosen for their feathers, which supplied the family's fly-tying cabin. A fly called the "Carson King" became locally famous on this water, and its dressing was recovered from a printed shop list: peacock herl body, brown neck hackle, a golden pheasant tippet tail, no wing. Its twin, the Carson Queen, is the same fly with yellow floss where the herl goes.

A fire in 1947, then ice-jam high water, then the floods of 1950 drove the Whitneys back to Sacramento. The cabins and the river stayed.

Fish the water this cabin is named for: the stocked family stretch is out the door, and the famous special-regulation canyon water starts a mile downstream, below Hangman's Bridge. The century of stories is in A Century at Carson River Resort, in The Story.