Blathr Wayne Lorentz

What do you do if youʼre a New York ballerina who reopens an abandoned opera house in the middle of the desert all by yourself? You paint your own audience members and support dancers.

Itʼs a New York museum in the middle of the desert. Because… art!

After a hard nightʼs haunting, this is where ghost town ghosts go to kick back and relax.

When the Tidewater and Tonopah railroad left Death Valley Junction, it took the tracks but left the ore depot.

The nearest cell phone service is seven miles away. But the motel has wifi, which also has to travel the same distance. And every time the wind blows, it goes out.

This motel is appealing. Itʼs also a-cracking and a-crumbling.

Darcie hates that joke.

People pay Restoration Hardware big bucks to get this look.

The fire department left 60 years ago, but the johnny pump remains.

This is not usually the first thing you want to see when arriving at a motel. But the lace curtains take the edge off.

I wonʼt complain about the peeling paint because it looks like thatʼs the only thing holding up the 1923 adobe walls.

This isnʼt the worst motel Darcie and I have stayed in. But it could be a tie.