"...a picturesque and beautiful village containing some 200 well-built houses, some of which are handsome edifices, and many beautiful gardens that attest the taste and industry of the inhabitants. A beautiful, crystal stream of water diverted from its natural course runs, a little babbling stream, through every street...Humboldt City contains two hotels, kept in good style, one the Coulter House, by Mr. and Mrs. Bailey Nichols, the other, the Iowa House, by Mr. and Mrs. Wilson; two saloons, one by Messrs. Sylvester & Helmer, gentlemen ready to argue or fight for their politics, or deal out red-eye to their numerous thirsty customers, the other by Messrs. Wilson & Coulter; one blacksmith's shop, by Daniels & Cooper, who will at any moment stop shoeing a refractory horse to spin a yarn; two stores with large and well-selected stocks of goods; four families(five or six more are on the road for this place) and children, chickens, pigs, and dogs enough to give the place a lively appearance".
The weather was perfect as Paula and I headed east out of Reno on I-80. We stopped in Lovelock, Nevada for lunch. Lovelock is one of the small towns that dot the emigrant trail through Nevada. It is
one of the only towns along the I-80 corridor in Nevada that existed before the Transcontinental Railroad was built. The town served as the last stop for immigrants on the California trail before they traveled further west across the desolation of the Carson Sink. When I-80 replaced US-40 in the 1970s, old US-40 became the towns business loop, while I-80 completely bypassed the town. What might have seemed a solution to relieving heavy traffic through congested areas proved to be the beginning of the towns decline. Nowadays, Lovelock is endangered of becoming a ghost town itself. Still, there are small signs of growth and it proved to be a nice little lunch stopover; the Cowpoke Cafe served up a great burger and fries.
The first building we set up in was a small private residence, probably 12x30 feet. The roof was partially caved in, however the rest of the structure was intact. We set up one of the Sony camcorders at one end of the building and positioned ourselves in the middle. Paula held the other Sony camcorder, while I took pictures with my Sony Cybershot. We both had digital recorders on. Paula also set out a K2 meter to catch any electromagnetic impulses that might have occured. We spend about a half an hour in this building, asking questions, filming, and taking still photos. We both agreed we heard nothing except for my growling stomach and the cacophonous sounds of a thousand crickets. Paula stated she noticed some shadow movement outside of the building, near the road. Later on, we decided that it was a bat she saw. Bats were everywhere. Pretty much the same experience was had in the larger building up the road. Except the bats were inside the building with us; lured by the insects that were attracted to our lights. We called it a night at around 2:30 a.m.