Clean sheets, thick towels, actual pillows that someone thought about for more than two seconds. Every trailer gets turned over with fresh linens between guests. This isn't a sleeping bag situation. You're sleeping in a piece of history, but the bedding is brand new.

The Amargosa can hit 115 in summer and drop below freezing in winter. Every trailer has heat and AC that actually works. The aluminum keeps the character. The climate control keeps you comfortable. Sleep cool in July, warm in January.

BYOB but not BYO-bar. The tiki bar is here, lit up and waiting in the courtyard. Grab a stool, mix whatever you brought, watch the sun go down behind the mountains. The desert is your bartender now. It pours generously.

The communal fire pit is the center of the court. This is where strangers become friends and friends stay up too late. We keep it stocked. You keep it going. Best seat in the house is whichever one you're in when the stars come out.

Bortle Class 2 means the Milky Way isn't a metaphor out here. No light domes. No ambient city glow. Just you and approximately 100 billion stars making your problems feel appropriately small. Bring binoculars. Forget your phone.

Each trailer comes stocked with coffee, tea, and everything you need to brew your own. Make it strong, make it sweet, take it to the tiki bar and watch the desert wake up. Mornings here hit different.

The kind of quiet that makes your ears ring at first. Then it becomes the thing you didn't know you needed. No highway noise. No neighbors mowing lawns. No notifications that matter. The desert has been practicing silence for a few million years. It's really good at it.