There Is A House In New Orleans

Where you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave...

If the Zombie Apocalypse ever (okay, when it) happens this oasis will undoubtedly become the last outpost of humanity.

Until then, it's best you don't run out of gas on your drive across the Mojave, somewhere between Needles and Barstow.

This old Route 66 haunt must have been a welcome sight in the 1960s.

Nominally located in Essex, California, Najah's Desert Oasis has a Facebook page but its webpage domain has expired.

All pet's must remain on a leash at all times? Why, so they don't snarl at terminators posing as bikers? So they the don't run off in the desert, yelp suddenly, and then are never seen again?  So they don't get bit by giant radioactive cockroaches?  Or is there something serious we aren't being told above this oasis?

This place has a seriously creepy, low budget, Roger Corman vibe, except it's in color.  Of course, the colors aren't quite right now, are they?

Rajah's added immensely to my slack-jawed, gobsmacked wonder at passing through the Mojave when it's cool, wet, and green.  Normally this desert smells like burnt flint, sticky asphalt, and ageless dust.  Uncanny valley, baby!

What a long strange trip it's been...

Yes, there are a couple references to some rock and roll tunes in this post:

The House of the Rising Sun by The Animals (1964)

Truckin' by the Grateful Dead (1970)

Hotel California by The Eagles (1976)