I spent two years of my life living in Barstow and I’m still fairly familiar with the area, but I never really did much photography of the outlying desert communities….which are really just houses scattered here and there with lots of abandonment in between. So that was my mission on this trip. I had some idea of the locations where I wanted to go so I headed in that general direction and just drove around for a while.
Although it’s so easily recognized and I’d been there before, I stopped to take the token photo of Peggy Sue’s Diner.

At this point, I already had to use the bathroom so I thought I’d drive to Newberry Springs and visit my next stop: the Bagdad Cafe. Why I didn’t think to use the bathroom in Peggy Sue’s is beyond me. The Bagdad Cafe was the set location for the movie of the same name. I’d never been to the cafe so I decided that I’d check it out since it was along my route. Of course, I stopped to photograph a few things along the way there.



I arrived at the Bagdad Cafe. When I walked in, I was immediately greeted by the two men who were working there. There was a family from Europe visiting the cafe as well. I was asked if I wanted something to drink so I asked for a hot tea and sat down. One of them men asked if they could cook any food for me. I said “no”, to which the other man (who we’ll refer to as “creepy dude”) replied “That’s good cuz we ain’t got nothing. We ran out of just about everything.”


Creepy dude continued to tell me about his life and experiences he’s had. Raised as an Air Force brat in Europe where the school system is much more strict than it is here. When he was back in the states, he went to MIT for grad school, but thought that the place was a shit hole so he left. He then decided to work for the FDIC and repossesses people’s shit that they can’t pay for (houses, boats, cars, etc). Said that he only works a few weeks out of the year for them. Said that he lives in Alta Loma, but comes to the area on vacation…but in the same breath said that he moved here for real estate. He was going to buy the hotel next door (which was also in the movie) ; it was in escrow but he couldn’t afford it…and maybe someday soon he can buy it (see photo of hotel below).

He makes $1,000 per hour. He likes to fly planes.

The guy had chatted it up enough with me so I decided it was time to leave. I was in awe. I forgot to use the bathroom.
I was quickly reminded that I needed to use the bathroom when I left so I made a quick escape to a gas station not far away. The gas station had a convenience store and a grill where you could get food made to order (keep in mind that this IS the desert). When I left, I spotted one of the female employees who had no front teeth. She smiled and continued to play with the huge gap with her tongue. Gross. I continued my journey…mostly along Route 66.





I reached the town of Daggett where I took some photos of buildings, but also paid a visit to a Pioneer Cemetary. I had known (and forgotten) that it existed, but I don’t recall ever being there in the past.




I could have stayed out taking more photos, but I really wanted to pick up my new prescription…and I hadn’t really eaten much all day. I wasn’t feeling too great that night and had a little fever so I decided to stay at the hotel one more night. I’m glad that I did and I felt much better the next day.