With my back being out of commission, so halted most of my adventures for the month. But that’s not to say that I didn’t have a few.
Another commercial audition, one that I thought wasn’t going to happen…. I got a callback, so back to Los Angeles I went. Again, it was the usual situation: 4 to 4 1/2 hour drive, 10-15 minute audition, then done. I decided to make up for extra time by going to Downtown Disney:
It was a typical visit to the Anaheim walk until I stumbled across this little gem:
It’s not too different from Vegas’ famous Tiki bar (Frankie’s), but minus the smoke, the addition of food, and crazy things happen all over the bar when you order one of the signature drinks. Lava flows, ships sink, it rains in the bar…. Typical Disney creativity, and the drinks are no joke. I felt more than a little warm after a few sips.
While the outing was good and got me back in a more peaceful mind, my back was anything but. So bad was it, that I finally decided to get acupuncture.
Sure, it looks gross. Sure, it’s a ton of needles jabbed in your back. Sure, it looks like you fell onto a giant Lego set, but let me tell you: That stuff works. Minus being a little tender for a few days, I stopped doing the cro-magnon bit and was once again walking upright.
But I still had to go easy on myself, and I was well into the planning stages of the next month’s Burning Man trip. But I decided to try the whole “ghost” thing once more.
G.A.R.P. asked me to join their ranks just in time to check out Goldfield, Nevada.
It was last minute, and I was totally unprepared for it, not that being told the meetup time was at 11 A.M., and they told me 11 P.M., so I was a good 8-9 hours late. I’ve been through Goldfield before, back in 2009. It’s one of those “blink and you’ll miss it” sort of towns, and everything completely shuts down by 8 at night. Cell phone and internet service? Ha. Not happening, and you could forget all hopes of ever finding a signal.
We were staying at the Santa Fe Saloon & Motel, a little motel/bar combo that has been open since 1905, and it looked it. It looked exactly like something out of a western movie, though the rooms were fairly modernish. The team had gone to dinner, so I had to wait until they got back. The Saloon itself closed at 9, so I managed to use their ancient era ATM machine to get some money out before they closed. That part was actually pretty amusing. All the locals just filed out, beers in hand, said their good-byes to each other, got in their trucks (beers still in hand), and drove home. It was then that the team pulled up, and we began our investigation.
I can’t even begin to stress how much of a time warp Goldfield really is. I kid you not when I say that Model Ts were rolling down the road at night, complete with people dressed in era accurate clothing. That, coupled with buildings that probably had their heyday back in the 1920′s kept playing with my mind. After the lights and general buzz of Vegas, going to that level of quiet activity was a shock. I guess I’m not used to “small town” anymore once I moved to the West Coast.
We explored the Nixon Building, a 3-story office building that Goldfield residents do not let anyone, much less outsiders, explore. But we got permission to go in and explore. I was armed with a night vision camera, and it was the only way that I could see in this place.
To be honest, I’m still deciding on whether of not you can communicate with spirits through mechanical or conversational means. But I want to believe there’s more to just us out there. I want to see if something can be seen, and admittedly, after living in Old Town for as long as I did, there were some really weird and unexplainable things. In any case, the building was very cool to explore. The whole idea of exploring this abandoned 1920′s era building in a town that time forgot was exciting in itself. It was like time stopped, because in one of the typewriters, there was a half completed letter from 1927 that has just… probably sat there all this time.
We went outside the building to follow up on a possible lead, as one of the investigators saw something, which led us to a neighboring building. It looked abandoned, and we thought we heard a homeless guy sleeping in there. We did roust someone, however, and when he yelled angrily back at us, took off running.
The building manager came, and confirmed that someone in fact was next door. This older gentleman by the name of “Kramer”, who was only too friendly, although he was proudly showing off the Beretta he had been planning to shoot us with when he had thought we were trespassers. Seriously, he must have brought this fact up a dozen times. He nearly became a ghostbuster-buster.
Turns out, his place was said to be haunted, as some girl named Claudia had been thrown out the third floor window in the 1920′s. So he welcomed us in and let us explore his home… until his wife woke up. It was about 2 A.M. at this point, and a half dozen strangers tromping around while she was trying to sleep, and she ever so “kindly” told us to “get the fuck out”.
We explored the Nixon Building a little bit more, then went to the old abandoned high school. Again, I’m not completely sure how Goldfield sustains itself, since it’s made almost entirely up of abandoned, historic buildings. It was a neat building, but I didn’t get the “potential” vibe from this place. A pool ball unexplainably teleported from the third to the first floor, and some higher level sensory readings came from the biology lab, but I was dragging when it came to the 3-4 A.M. hours. I was tired, and had to get up early the next day.
At this point, I thought my weeks would be simple: Recover, look for work, get ready for Burning Man.
I did all that, but not the way I planned to….