I've got a thing for wide spots in the road. You know, those little roadside attractions with one or two businesses, maybe five houses and a stray dog, or two.
To me, the heyday of these settlements was 1957. I have such fond memories of my father driving us through places like Hackberry, Truxton. Leupp, Cubero, Cline's Corner, and on and on. In 1957 every section of the country had them, but they are in decline now and too many of them look dilapidated, or worse.
Last Wednesday, Kathy and I took the backroad from Searchlight, Nevada and landed in this cozy, little wide spot in the road out in the middle of nowhere:
Nipton, California has a general store and a small hotel. It's so isolated, an alleycat jaywalks with impunity:
Here's a close up of the jaywalker:
Had a great evening and in the morning, I walked the entire town without seeing a car or a soul, except for that cat.
About an hour later I met two, brave souls who spent the night in one of the teepees.
Kristen Fallon, on the right, and Noelle Henderson were driving from Louisiana to Sacramento for Kristen's first nursing assignment and they Googled AirBnBs and rather than stay on the Interstate, they decided to get off the freeway and stay in a teepee. They get major points, from me, for being so damn adventuresome. They did admit it got a little cold during the night but they were game.
Oh, and one more thing: when we finally got to the hotel room, Sam gave me the door code: it was 1957.
"You can check out anytime you want, but you can never leave."
—Eagles, "Hotel California"