At the intersection of CA 190 and CA 127 about midway between the eastern boundary of Death Valley National Park and the California-Nevada border, the map read "Death Valley Junction."
Before heading back to our RV site in Pahrump (NV), we turned south on 127 through town.
The eerie feeling that enveloped us carried with it the question: "Is this a ghost town?"
I don't know what this building's purpose was--whether it was a gas station or related to the operation of the Death Valley Railroad, which carried borax between Ryan, CA and Death Valley Junction from 1914 to 1928, when operations ceased.
The only signs of the presence of others were the motorcycles parked in front.
But on the left, with a sign reading
"Open" was the Amargosa Hotel. "During the years 1923-1925, the Pacific Coast Borax Company constructed a company town consisting of a U-shaped complex
"In 1967, a new culture came to Death Valley Junction. That was the year that a New York ballet dancer, mime and artist had a flat tire in Death Valley. She's stayed there ever since.
"Marta Becket opened a theater of dance in the nearly abandoned hamlet, inside what was once the sprawling Amargosa Hotel, then in sad shape" (ghosttowns.com). (She renamed Corkhill Hall; it would become the Amargosa Opera Hall).
She was tired of the stressful life of New York City and embraced the wide open spaces in which the tiny speck of Death Valley Junction sits" (ghosttowns.com/states/ca/deathvalleyjunction).
Called a diva and Queen of the Desert, Marta retired earlier this year,giving her final peformance at age 87.
The vibrant colors still speak of the energy she brought to this corner of the desert,...but the paint was beginning to peel.