Adventure for some is surfing or caving. But there was one adventure that was universal, you could go to it or call it. THE MOJAVE PHONE BOOTH... It's location was world wide --- dial the number and you were there -- or go visit the phone box --- that was miles and miles from civilization. The phone booth was located in a desert where the world ended!
DID E.T. PHONE IN, OR LISTEN IN? WHO KNOWS? (WINK-WINK).
It was an adventure to get to the booth, to call from the phone was a thrill. From around the globe people would ring the box in hopes that somebody was at the end of the world phone. One never knew who would call in!
Doc Daniel's was a fellow explorer who found the phone booth in the late 1990s. He wrote about this unique place in his book, "ADVENTURES WITH THE MOJAVE PHONE BOOTH." Doc was the man who let the world know about this place by way of his internet posting. The telephone box became a celebrity. I and other DESERT BIKERS or VW BUG -- BAJA BUG people never wrote about the phone booth, but we did hold it dear to our hearts. Maybe one day I or one of "THE OLD BREED" will write about this place... But DOC -- HAS, click on the photo below or (2 ROCKET photos right) and go to his order page --- the now long gone phone booth should be celebrated. Doc, in his own way captures some of the GOOD energy that was at this place. At this phone booth time stood still and the world phoned in. After buying Doc's book -- come back to my website... ALL KINDS OF THAAANGS here.
Through the decades the graffiti was erased by way of the elements. The sun, wind, sand, and torrential (RARE) desert rain storm would scrub the structure clean. Also trekkers to the site (SOOME OF THEM) would clean the beams, before leaving their gift to the phone and their JOHN HAYCOCK on the steel frame. The gifts that were left their (STUFFED ANIMALS -BOOKS - CANDLES, WATCHES, PLASTIC FLOWERS, SIGNS, etc) were either blown away by the harsh desert winds, or taken by pilgrims. So the place was policed a good deal in the late 1990s, when the internet told the globe -- that at the edge of the world there was a a desert and telephone telephone, things changed... The MA BELL CONTRAPTION was honored properly by those that had soul... Prior to the late 1990s, the phone booth's location was known to very few, consequently the phone booth was not adored as it should have been... But the mindset of desert rats like me and others (BIKERS- VW PEOPLE -- JEEPSTERS -- BAJA BUG FANS) was put your name on the frame, make a few phone calls and see if anybody calls this isolated desert phone. But once the WORD GOT OUT -- this magical place was called more and more from people around the world and visited by those that had adventure in their heart. Yes, during the end of the phone's era and before it was a world wide icon, there were some bad guys who shot up the phone booth or did bad things as in destroying the glass and plastic of the cubicle. For the most part the Oblong box was at minimum, respected. Near the turn of he century, the phone box became a placard of decals -- I WAS HERE SIGNATURES, and a collection point for all kinds of presents. The guy who made this all possible -- as in letting the world know about this MAGICAL place either to visit or call in was DOC DANIEL's... I and I am sure others thought about writing a book about this place, but we did not ---DOC DID! SO buy his book, and maybe one day I will write a book about the magical era of when there was a telephone booth filled with good energy or haunted with good vibes that stood in the middle of nowhere --- the PORTAL TO ANOTHER WORLD --- Like the 1960s Star Trek portal story -- "THE CITY ON THE EGE OF FOREVER"... To Doc Daniel's credit, he did what I and other Desert riders did not (WE WERE TOO IGNORANT) -- he let the world know about this magical place and let the world ENJOY this local. And that is what this place was about -- it should have been enjoyed by the world. Unfortunately some evil dark hearts by way of BLM -- had this beautiful place destroyed on May 17, 2000. ARRG! But while this place existed -- it was -- like something out of --- TALES A GENIE --- MAGIC WAS THERE...
DESERT LORE: SOME CREATIVE REPEAT VISITORS TO THE MPB, SHOT A ROCKET OFF FROM THE MOJAVE PHONE BOOTH. LEGEND HAS IT, ATTACHED TO THE MISSILE ON SOME LAUNCHES WAS A CAMERA. THESE BLASTOFFS WERE DONE MANY YEARS BEFORE THERE WERE DRONES WITH CAMERAS. A BIRD's EYE VIEW OF THE AREA AROUND THE DESERT PHONE BOOTH WERE CAPTURED. THE ROCKET WAS REUSABLE; AFTER HITTING ITS ZENITH AND OUT OF POWER, A PARACHUTE WOULD DEPLOY AND THE CRAFT WOULD SETTLE BACK TO EARTH. ONE DAY, THE ROCKET DRIFTED ON LANDING AND WAS LOST IN THE DUNES OR SCRUBS. SADLY THE ROCKET WAS NEVER FOUND. MORE THAN LIKELY THE LOST MISSILE HAS DETERIORATED INTO NOTHING, BY WAY OF THE HARSH DESERT WEATHER. OR THE LOST ROCKET WAS DRAGGED INTO A BURROW BY SOME LARGE RODENT. OR SOME VISITOR TO THE MPB FOUND IT, AWAY FROM THE BOOTH, AND KEPT IT.
The booth became a counter culture icon, people left their mark, by way of signature or decals. The structure was honored with phone books from other states, candles, change, stuffed animals, signs, etc...