Beatty Days
Beatty Days is our kind of holiday—part town reunion, part Nevada Day party, and part “only-in-Beatty” kind of chaos. Cottonwood Park turns into the heart of the Mojave circus: booths everywhere, music in the trees, kids running around with cotton candy and dusty boots. Locals catch up, visitors look around like, “Wait, how is this tiny town this fun?”
At its core, Beatty Days is a love letter to our history—mines, railroads, burros, saloons, and all the wild characters who landed here. You see it in the parade, the classic cars, the Old West outfits, and the familiar faces who show up every single year with the same lawn chairs and the same big smiles.
Food and music pretty much run the show. There’s live entertainment all weekend, people dancing in the grass, and that “something’s cooking” smell hanging in the air. One minute you’re listening to a band, the next you’re trying someone’s prize-winning chili or piling your plate high and pretending you’ll share.
Around town, Beatty Days turns every corner into a little scene. Classic cars line the streets, folks pose in cowboy hats and petticoats, and vendors show off crafts, goodies, and local flavor. Volunteers and community groups are everywhere, keeping things moving—because when Beatty does an event, the whole town jumps in.
By the end of the weekend, everyone’s a little dusty, a little tired, and a lot happy. Visitors leave with memories and photos; locals head home already talking about what to do “next year.” That’s Beatty Days: small town, big heart, and a weekend that sticks with you long after the dust settles.
