First timer? In this formerly once-a-day blog (and now pretty much a once-every-three-or-four days blog), I have my computer select a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48). I call this “landing.” I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town I land near. I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location. To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is and what the various numbers and abbreviations mean in the first paragraph), please see “About Landing,” (and “Abbreviations” and “Cryptic Numbers”) above.
Landing number 2184; A Landing A Day blog post number 612.
Dan: Yo Landing God! Give me a break! Six OSers in a row and my highest Score since November 2013, thanks to this landing in NV; 90/79; 3/10; 6; 151.5. Plus, enough of Nevada, already. Check this out:
Between landing 2121 and landing 2184 (64 landings), I’ve landed in NV 8 times! 8 is 12.5% of 64. Nevada’s area is 110,567 sq mi; that of the lower 48 is 3,061,363 sq. mi. Nevada’s area is 3.6% of that of the lower 48. So I’ve landed in Nevada at about 4 times the rate that I should have over the last 64 landings. That’s what Over-Subscribed (OS) is all about . . .
Anyway, enough bellyaching. Here’s my regional landing map:
My local landing shows that I’m out in the middle of nowhere (I’ve been using that phrase a lot lately):
I’ll jump right to my Google Earth (GE) spaceflight aboard the yellow push pin:
I’ll stick with GE, showing you this shot of my local drainage pathway (the blue line). Obviously, I landed in the Humboldt River watershed (26th hit):
Showing that the Humboldt River is to Nevada what the Snake is to Idaho, here’s a map of the Humboldt River system:
As any regular reader might guess, I went looking on GE for StreetView coverage of a bridge over the Humboldt. The closest spot with such coverage was in (not surprisingly) Beowawe:
Here’s the Street View shot of the river:
As you can see below, it was a gray day (maybe raining), unusual for Beowawe, I’m sure. The road was wet, and the Google Cam driver must have been going at a good speed, because he was kicking up so much spray behind him that the rear-looking shot is obscured:
I continued my Street View tour, jumping right into downtown Beowawe:
Here’s the Street View:
Wait a minute! It’s a rainy winter’s day when we’re on the bridge. We’re a mile up the same road, and it’s a beautiful, sunny day. What’s going on?
The following clip is a Street View trip from the railroad tracks in Beowawe (seen above), north towards the bridge over the river. You’ll see what happens:
Moving right along . . . I clearly remembered that I wrote a Beowawe post some time back, although I was surprised to learn that it was posted in March of 2009. I quoted Wiki in that post, as follows:
Beowawe (pronounced bay-o-WAH-wee) is an unincorporated area and ghost town in Eureka County, in northeastern Nevada in the western United States. Beowawe is a Paiute Native American word meaning “gate”.
Times have changed. Right out of the gate, here’s what Wiki says now:
Beowawe (bay-ə-wah-wee) is a small town, misnomered on the internet as a ghost town.
Wait a second. Microsoft Word puts a squiggly red line under Beowawe (signifying that it’s not in Word’s dictionary), but it also puts a squiggly red line under “misnomered.” Every on-line dictionary I looked at confirms this, showing only the noun “misnomer.”
So let me try: Beowawe is a small town, mistakenly identified as a ghost town on the internet. Better?
The updated Wiki entry also definitively says that Beowawe mean “gate” in Paiute. However, the next Google entry after Wiki has the salacious title: “Nevada town’s name may have salacious origins.” Looks like a must-read.
It’s a Feburary 17, 2014 article on the Reno Gazette-Journal website by Marilyn Newton. Here’s what she has to say about the name:
The meaning of the name of the tiny Nevada town, south of I-30 between Battle Mountain and Elko, is in itself a mystery.
“Beowawe” apparently is a Native American and both the Paiute and Shoshone have some very interesting translations for it.
It seems that back in the mid-1800s a truly huge man of immense girth, one J.A. Fillmore, weighing more than 300 pounds, came to the area looking for possible town sites along the Central Pacific Railroad.
Legend says he had to relieve himself and when nearby Paiute women saw him they were so terrorized by his size, they ran screaming Bea-wa-we which was translated then very loosely as “big butt.”
Paiutes also state that part of their word “bewa” translates to “big balls.”
Local Shoshone confirm that Beowawe means one who has a large posterior. They also have a word, beacog, that means wide-spread legs, like when wiping a baby’s rear end. And their word, bewa, loosely means “the runs” or a place to take “a dump.”
Other historians say the area got its name from the conformation of hill that appears as an open gate. They say the Paiute word for gate is Beowawe. The Paiutes, however, disagree (and they should know, don’t you think?). And yet another said it is a Shoshone word meaning “big wagon.”
Whatever the meaning of Beowawe, it was always a tiny community and today only the few residents who call the place home keep it from becoming a ghost town. A number of old ruins remain.
Well, there you have it. And note that she says it has a few residents that keep it from being a ghost town.
As I discussed in my 2009 post, there used to be a geyser field outside of Beowawe that was destroyed by power companies exploiting the geyser field for geothermal electric power. Here’s a video (posted by turdbird20) that shows some footage of the old geyser field and bitterly laments the fact that the geyser field was destroyed:
As mentioned above, the video was posted by turdbird. I wonder if that’s the meaning of another Indian word for Beowawe.
There’s a website with lots o’ pictures of Beowawe today and yesterday – the Elko County Rose Garden (a community garden website that morphed into a more general community website). Click here to peruse their pictures.
I’ll close with one of their shots:
That’ll do it.
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