Nature is slowly reclaiming what once was and will soon again be, hers. Talking about That House on 395.

With a road named “Oil Plant Road,” you’d expect to find an oil plant somewhere along its way. False Advertising! No Oil Plant! Maybe they were actually talking about an actual plant, like a shrubbery….

Here’s what the Rustic Oasis Motel sign looks like today. I had seen a picture of it from many years ago where it was in better shape and thought, “hmmm, I should stop and get a picture of that for my explor-files.” So, I did.

Imagine living next to a volcano. “What a blast!” Sorry. Sure, it’s been at least 10,000 years since the last eruption, maybe as long as 100,000 years. Why risk it? And what would the insurance rates be…..

you’ll realize that you’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of roadside memories. At the signpost up ahead, there’s a turn-off for Little Lake Road. Take it.

It’s probably been thirty plus years, at least, since anyone has said that here. But at one time, this was a bustling stop on a highway that was once a major route from hither to yon.

I didn’t have an EMF Meter, an EVP, a geophone, Geiger counter or even a flashlight. But somehow I knew, the Dixie Inn was definitely NOT haunted. Case solved, put to rest, RIP.

Speeding past on Interstate 10, maybe a half dozen times a year, the “abandoned place gravity well” has tried to pick me off the freeway to stop and take some pics. It finally happened.

When there are many motels to choose from, what might make someone pick one over another, especially after driving for hours late into the night?