Who flies to Reno on a spring evening, rents a car and heads into the mountains with no skis, no mountain bike and a backpack full of books? Me.

Why? Because in 1861 a 25-year-old Missouri riverboat pilot named Sam Clemens boarded a stagecoach bound for the same territory.

He stayed west for almost seven years, emerged as Mark Twain, gave us Huckleberry Finn and won global fame as that sardonic old man with the white hair and droopy moustache.

I had Twain’s Western memoir, Roughing It (1872), and two biographies in the backpack, and it’s why I spent four days on a 434km road trip and Twain pilgrimage.

I wanted to see some of what he saw in those early travels.

A desk in Virginia City

The route from Reno to Virginia City, Nevada, starts with broad, smooth Interstate 580, but before long, you’re climbing Nevada Highway 341, a narrow, curvy road that creeps near the summit of rocky Mount Davidson.

Virginia City (population 855), carved into the steep slopes and raked by winds, is part-ghost town and part-tourist concoction plopped atop a netherworld of old mining tunnels.

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On the weekends, Wyatt Earp, (Dennis Dew) Doc Holliday (Mike Melius) and Bat Masterson (Steve Hatley) still roam the streets of Virgina City, Nevada. In the early 1860s, Twain spent about 19 months in Virginia City.

There is a 24-hour Mark Twain Saloon Casino, and his face and name adorn several storefronts.

It wasn’t so quiet here, when Clemens showed up in 1862. In those days, silver prospectors were arriving by the hundreds every week. The town, he wrote in Roughing It, was a jumble of “fire companies, brass bands, banks, hotels, theatres, ‘hurdy-gurdy’ houses, wide-open gambling palaces … a dozen breweries and half a dozen jails … and some talk of building a church”.

When silver mining didn’t work out, Clemens took to reporting for the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise. By early 1863 he had come up with the pen name Mark Twain.

In Mark Twain: A Life, biographer Ron Powers put it this way: “Rather than focus on facts that any fool could observe and report, Sam reported facts that would have occurred in a better and more interesting world.”

Words to remember as you enter the dim, dusty Mark Twain Museum at the Territorial Enterprise (admission US$5 – RM21), downstairs from Sandie’s General Store on C Street. The re-created newspaper office is furnished with old posters, taxidermy, a vintage printing press and type cases, a portrait of the author, an aged wooden toilet that says “Mark Twain sat here” and, in prime location, a weathered desk.

Sandie Buie, who manages the privately owned Twain museum, tells visitors that the desk was displayed at the 1939 Golden Gate International Exposition in San Francisco, and that its owners have a letter from the expo committee authenticating it as being used by Twain.

The Territorial Enterprise changed offices twice. In 1875 a fire burned down most of the city. And Twain himself was never a particularly reliable narrator.

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A picture of Twain holding a gold nugget in the Ironstone Vineyards Heritage Museum.

“People will come in for tours, and they’ll believe every word in Roughing It,” Buie said. Even better, Buie said, she’s had visitors who claim to be descendants of the author. Visitors named Twain.

Historian and former Virginia City resident Carolyn Grattan Eichin and others have pointed out, there was an Old Corner bar on this spot (Corner Bar at Piper’s Opera House) in the early 1860s.

By custom some drinkers’ tabs were tallied with chalk on a wall, and “twain” was a common way of saying two. By at least two accounts in 19th century Nevada newspapers, Clemens got his nickname by hollering “Mark Twain!” to bartenders.

Twain denied this and insisted that his pen name came from Mississippi River boat slang. But I know which explanation I enjoy more.

A trail above Tahoe

The next day I moved on to the wetter side of the Virginia mountain range and pulled on my hiking boots.

After a drive of less than 80.5km from Virginia City on Nevada highways 341, 431 (the Mount Rose Highway) and 28, I reached the Tunnel Creek Cafe in Incline Village, Nevada, and shook hands with David Antonucci, a retired civil and environmental engineer. Then we started climbing up the Flume Trail, one of the most popular hiking and mountain biking paths in the region.

Within minutes, we were surrounded by pines, a vast indigo lake sprawling below us. When Twain and a buddy arrived here in 1861 (before his time in Virginia City), it was known as Lake Bigler. Now we call it Tahoe.

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A boat cruises past Fannette Island in South Lake Tahoe’s Emerald Bay.

I arranged to join Antonucci because he’s written Fairest Picture – Mark Twain at Lake Tahoe, a book that seeks to pinpoint the author’s adventures at the lake.

Here’s how Twain described the scene in Roughing It:

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A couple in a canoe paddle past Kings Beach in North Lake Tahoe, California. In the early 1860s, Twain hiked to North Lake Tahoe with a buddy and failed to stake a timber claim. He wrote about paddling around on the lake, the lakes beauty and about accidentally starting a fire.

“As it lay there with the shadows of the mountains brilliantly photographed upon its still surface, I thought it must surely be the fairest picture the whole earth affords.”

If you hike the Flume Trail on your own, don’t worry: There’s an interpretive panel marking the spot.

We did a quick drive down Highway 28 and Harbor Avenue to Speedboat Beach, a half-hidden but popular spot a few hundred yards west of the California-Nevada state line where boulders are sprinkled along the shore.

One boulder has a flat top at the right height to serve as a card table – just as Twain described in Roughing It. Antonucci believes it’s a perfect match.

And we scanned the woods by Sandy Beach a few miles west along North Lake Boulevard (California 28), where Antonucci believes Twain and a friend tried to stake a timber claim and failed spectacularly.

As Twain described this episode in Roughing It, he got distracted while cooking and tending camp, and accidentally authored a forest fire.

“Within half an hour all before us was a tossing, blinding tempest of flame!” Twain wrote. Moreover, “every feature of the spectacle was repeated in the glowing mirror of the lake!”

A hill in gold country

By early the next afternoon, I’d steered my way farther west on Interstate 80, then veered south on California 49 through the oak-shaded hills of Gold Country. The meadows were green, the rivers swollen.

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Six Mile Road in the heart of Gold Country provides a scenic drive through a canopy of trees in the town of Murphys, California.

Things were grim when Twain arrived in Calaveras and Tuolumne counties in late 1864. He had been forced to leave San Francisco after posting a bond he couldn’t afford for a friend who had nearly killed a man in a fight.

So Twain repaired with another friend, Jim Gillis, to a small, rustic cabin on Tuolumne County’s Jackass Hill, where people used to park their pack animals. It was a cold, wet winter.

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A motorcyclist drives past a mural of Twain on Main Street in Angels Camp, California, on the former Angels Hotel building where the story about the famous jumping frog was first heard.

And then the author’s luck changed. That’s the focus of Mark’s Twain’s 88 Days in the Mother Lode, a book written by Angels Camp resident Jim Fletcher.

Fletcher now gives occasional Twain talks at Camps restaurant in Angels Camp. I met him there, and he told me the story of how Twain had wandered into the Angels Hotel and caught the bartender telling an outlandish story about a frog-jumping contest. Twain wrote about it and it gained national attention.

After our lunch, I took a spin around the mining equipment and stagecoaches at the three-acre Angels Camp Museum, walked the sleepy main drag and paused at Main Street and Bird Way, where the updated Angels Hotel building now houses offices, apartments and a Twain mural. (If it were late May, I would have attended the Calaveras County Fair, where the frog jumps continue.)

In the nearby hamlet of Murphys, which has transformed itself from a faded Gold Country town into a lively wine country getaway, I spent a night in the Twain Room of Murphys Historic Hotel, pondering history, myth and marketing.

Management claims that Twain once slept in that room, and a photocopied register page seems to show him as a guest in 1877. But most Twain scholars say he was long gone from California by then, having sailed from San Francisco in 1868.

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The cabin on Jackass Hill in Sonora, California, where Twain stayed with other gold-country characters, has been rebuilt and reproduced several times on the spot in Tuolumne County.

So for closure, I give you Jackass Hill. It’s still on the map, about 13km south of Angels Camp.

I drove out there on California 49 one afternoon, missed the hair-raising left turn onto unpaved Jackass Hill Road, then doubled back. I drove up the hill, passing rustic yards and leaning trees, to a historic plaque testifying to Twain’s presence here long ago.

I’d read that the old Gillis cabin, which radiates impoverished charm in historic photos, was long ago replaced by a replica. Sure enough, to paraphrase Twain, the copy resembled the original as a lightning bug resembles lightning.

But if you arrive on the right afternoon, sun shining and birds singing, it’s a thrill to imagine the rainy January 1865 version of the same scene. – Los Angeles Times/Tribune News Service