Thursday, September 14, 2006



Be sure to bring your full thermos of coffee when you take this road...
The name Zzyzx, pronounced /zai ziks/ (pronounced as "Zeye-zix" with the accent on the first syllable, rhyming with "Isaac's", not "physics"), was given to the area in 1944 by Curtis Howe Springer, claiming it to be the last word in the English language. Springer made up the word's pronunciation. He established the Zzyzx Mineral Springs and Health Spa at the spot, which was federal land that he had no permission to use. He used Zzyzx until 1974, when he was arrested by the United States Marshals for misuse of the land as well as alleged violations of food and drug laws, and the land was confiscated by the government.
Since 1976, the Bureau of Land Management has allowed California State University to manage the land in and around Zzyzx. A consortium of CSU campuses use it as their Desert Studies Center.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I have always meant to take that turn :-),wonder if there is a bench out there?

:P fuzzbox said...

Do they have any good roadside parks? I might just need one.

Autumn Storm said...

I have to figure out how to pronounce that!

Anonymous said...

there is a desert studies center out there...government land

Jeanne said...

I knew there was a name for this road. I was too sleepy to read the sign when I passed it a while back. I just followed the arrow and hoped for the best.

mergrl said...

I need to find this road, maybe it leads to a nap LOL
have a great weekend my friend!

tsduff said...

Annon - forget the bench.. where's the hammock? :-D

:P Fuzzbox - I'm afraid it is as desolate as some parts of Texas... no parks around for miles and miles. Just pick a rock, any rock.

Autumn, when you figure it out, let me know! :-D

Annonymous, thanks for the info. By the way, Zzyzx, California is a settlement in San Bernardino County, California, formerly the site of the Zzyzx Mineral Springs and Health Spa and now the site of the Desert Studies Center. The area is also the location of Lake Tunedae, one of the refuge habitats of the endangered Mohave tui chub.

Zzyzx Road is a 4.5 mile / 7.2 km long, part paved and part dirt, rural collector road in the Mojave Desert. It runs from Interstate 15 generally south to the Zzyzx settlement.

The location and the road are often believed to be the lexicographically greatest (alphabetically last, at least in English alphabetical order) exemplars of their respective classes, recognized locations and recognized street names, in the world. However, a street named Zzz exists in Bangs, Texas, and a street named Zzzz exists in Kearney, Nebraska.

Jeanne - do they have those kinds of roads in Sweden?

Trace - HI!!! What's kicking? Home from school already? :-)
Have a great weekend yourself!

I have a feeling this road leads to a nap and a half... it is just begging for a snooze :-)

Dr. WhoAmI said...

.

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

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as your revering audience.
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Please remember to never
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for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

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a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
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harvest. A time to kill and
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tear down and a time to
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Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

Autumn Storm said...

Phew, thanks, Terry, been trying to twist my tongue around that all day!

Autumn Storm said...

Good morniiiiiing!!
Too loud? I know, I know - it's Monday and as such a guaranteed wish-I-were-under-the-covers sort of a day :-) Nice strong coffee, that'll do the trick. Happy Monday, xoxo

tsduff said...

Ummm, Autumn, did you say something? (Pulls head out from under down comforter...)

Hurry - PUT THE COFFEE ON...!

Tom & Icy said...

Looks like Area 51