The desert plains beg the imagination to run wild with ideas; to speculate on outlandish scenarios. The ease at which you can do this is because so much of what the desert offers up is far beyond the norm of a regular life; beyond the norm of a comfort zone. It provides to the passer-by a glimpse into times past, reclusive life styles, and the occasional entry point into what can only be referred to as the “Twilight Zone“.
A town by the name of Amargosa, population two, sits at a crossroads known as Death Valley Junction. Here isolation morphs with the unexpected and the creepy; combining to open the window, just a crack, into another world. Just a few miles east is Area 51…just saying!
Amargosa is home to a gas station, a cafe, a hotel; all of which are in disrepair and slowly returned to dust; yet the hotel retains a receptionist to promote the town’s history and direct the more curious to a small musty snack shop located in a back room.
Oddest of all though is the Opera House. It was here where current resident Marta Becket staged dance and mime shows from the 1960’s. Marta makes up fifty percent of the town’s population; she is now in her early 90’s. Continue reading Marta Becket’s Amargosa