Wild West Pioneers

Our friend Lulu just bought a house on a magic little hill in Yucca Valley just a couple of miles south of the legendary Pioneertown. Yucca Valley is on the opposite side of Joshua Tree, only about two hours away from LA, but it might as well be a million miles away as it is another world made of magic rocks, boulders, cacti, yucca plants and sand.

We got invited to spend a weekend there and have a taste of the desert life; the heat is obviously intense but not unbearable, as the hills bring sometimes a nice breeze. We enjoyed the views from the front and side lawn of the house between sips of iced tea and beer and waited for the glorious sunset before going to the neighbors’ barbecue across the street. On our way there, through the gold sand and cacti, we spotted different wildlife (mostly cute jackrabbits and quails) but always kept an eye out for rattlesnakes (which are very popular, too.) There are about six households in Lulu’s area and most of them live a simple Western lifestyle, with horses stables, chickens and big trucks. Everyone is so welcoming and generous with their produce that, the next day we had breakfast with fresh eggs courtesy of Denise’s hens.

When night falls, the sky becomes an epic blanket with the most breathtaking shining stars dropping against the silhouettes of the pinions. We greeted the sun early Sunday for a power hike behind Lulu’s hill; we walked through and above a water bed that, at this time of the year is dry, and explored the landscape and the geological formations. We believe we found some signs of the Indian tribe that used to live there, as we saw some rocks that appeared chiseled and modeled to accommodate perhaps a kitchen or an art room. We saw some carcasses of rattlesnakes and coyotes…and that would explain the group of seven hawks that was circling the area!

We made more discoveries in the afternoon when we ventured to Pioneertown, specifically to Pappy and Harriet’s for the delicious steak nachos and margaritas. This place is a trip; it’s an old cowboy salon that smells of beer, gin and gun powder. It has a ‘center stage’ where many bands (known and unknown) have performed and perform on a regular basis. The bathroom area looks like a Disneyland Old West ride with a Sheriff’s office, jail and different paraphernalia hanging on the walls. The outdoor is just as wild and fun; right behind Pappy and Harriets lies sleepy Mane street with a motel and different buildings in the same Old West style. Pioneertown was built in 1946 as a live-in movie set but it looks like the real deal to me!! I expected to find a horse instead of our car when we headed back to our parking space!

Pioneertown blows away, but our friend Garth’s alternative paradise even more so!! It’s only a couple of miles away from Mane street, a little tricky to find (drop me a line if you need directions) but totally worth it! It’s situated by the magic rocks of the Morongo basin at the end of a sandy road providentially called ‘God’s Way Love”, but it is not affiliated to any organized religion or church, LOL. Garth bought the land 30 years ago and started this alternative sustainable community by building houses inside the biggest boulders. He has an outdoor kitchen that works with solar panels and a rock pool that cleans itself. There’s a beautiful pond, a nice landscape all around and even an amphitheater. It’s a very special oasis, a true gem in the desert!!

Get your kicks on Route 66

I just got back from a 5 day vacation adventure in Arizona and I’m delighted to report that I made it back in one piece! LOL…I’ve been to this neighboring state a few other times before, but never in an RV and it was quite an experience! I enjoyed the freedom that you get when renting a motor home; you can decide to stop anywhere you like in the middle of nowhere and still have the comfort of a bathroom and an equipped kitchen (with refrigerator, stove and microwave oven among other things.) You can move around while somebody is behind the wheels (although this is not recommended in winding roads), take a nap on one of the beds or read without getting a headache. The view is also better, as RVs are higher than other vehicles ..BUT, on the downside, it is quite noisy (all the pots and pans and things stuffed in the many cabinets tend to sing along and create a soundtrack of their own), also, if you want to save on gas and say, not turn on the AC for a while and drive with your windows open, you might seriously get a heat stroke. I managed to avoid that, but Arizona in the summertime is like the burning Sahara desert and you have to carefully choose your options and organize your trip accordingly. Say, drive in lesser hot hours and refill the water tank and empty the water waste. I was surprised to see that an RV runs pretty fast, but it consumes a lot of gas..so it can become quite pricy unless you go with a party of friends and share the costs. That said, RVs are fun and the real American way to explore the country; since we wanted to visit the quintessential  U.S. destination, the Grand Canyon, what other better way to do so than in a recreational vehicle? We packed our beloved dog and part of our royal family and started our journey.

Along the way we passed different flats which, with the exception of the towns nearby the Colorado river, were mostly desert-like and especially in Arizona (not necessarily landscape-wise, but also in terms of isolation there is land, land, land as far as the eyes can see.) We stopped, literally in the middle of nowhere, for our first lunch in our RV right next to a building shaped like a giant golf ball. At first we thought it was some sort of creative space or store open to the public, but it’s a private residence that has small UFOs, space shuttles and unicorns all over for garden decor. The real store sits in a trailer and has all Area 55 paraphernalia. We wondered why everything UFOs is so big in this state and we came to the conclusion that some areas resemble the surface of the moon or Mars, making them a desirable place for ET’s landing! Ah, just kidding!

We turned onto Route 66 from Highway 40 (about 100 miles into Arizona) to experience some of the “On the Road” thrill. We stopped in Seligman, a fun town that could easily be the right setting for a David Lynch/Spaghetti Western movie! Seligman doesn’t have more than twenty buildings on each side of the road; some of them are colorful and filled with all sort of tacky souvenirs and vintage classics, other ones are so dusty and run down that you’d expect some old drunk cowboys emerging and cause trouble at any time of the day!


 

Williams is only about 40 minutes away from Seligman and still on Route 66, but couldn’t be more different. It’s a picturesque mountain town with still all the Western charm (a rodeo performance was on the way when we pulled into town) but more polished and touristy. Each side of the street is decorated with flowers and flashy neon signs, cute restaurants and it has at least a dozen of different stores which carry the Route 66 paraphernalia, but also tons of native American and Arizona art. Since Williams is the very last before the Grand Canyon, we decided to check into an RV camping ground here.