While searching for interesting places to stay on this trip, the Hicksville Trailer Palace in southern California came up as an option. It's a menagerie of 10 trailers, each done up in a different theme, including Pee Wee, Pony, Pioneer, Lux and New World. The Fifi trailer especially caught my eye. The web site did not give an address, noting only that it is in the Joshua Tree area, and that an address will be sent after the reservation is made.
I submitted my request for the Fifi trailer, along with my credit card info. I got confirmation that they received it, but still no address. After a few days, I was starting to wonder whether Fifi really existed. Did I just become one of those suckers who wire their money to the prince of Nigeria in exchange for a share of his inheritance? I was thinking I should probably put a stop payment on the credit card transaction, when they finally sent me the directions. (Still no address, so I couldn't plug it into my GPS, just a description of how to get there). Along with the directions came the dire warning that if I do a Facebook Check-in (which gives away their location), it would be the last time I would ever visit. Yikes.
I'm happy to report that Fifi not only exists, but she's absolutely adorable. The itty bitty trailer is all decked out in pink, purple, and gold. It has a bed, a table for two, a mini fridge and two mini chandeliers, one above the kitchen table, the other above the bed. Because, doesn't every trailer need a chandelier?
It also comes with an entire collection of 1960s bar-ware. Remember these glasses with the gold leaves?
Above the bed hang three mannequin heads with multicolored wigs, with a note encouraging guests to try them on.
So I did. Yeah ok, so I'm no Kardashian when it comes to the selfie thing...
Another note reminds guests that: "It is, of course, important to look fabulous at all times. Even when (or maybe especially when) in the middle of nowhere."
And to help with that there is a fully-illuminated make-up mirror.
The place is modeled after a trashy trailer park (as evidenced by the White Trash Wall of Fame and other raunchy signs), but it's anything but trashy. Meticulous and organized, the attention to detail in the design of each trailer was amazing. It's also used as an artist retreat and recording studio, and I guess they don't want people showing up to gawk, hence the secrecy. Loved Fifi, and loved the place.
Even the hummingbirds like it...
Hicksville Trailer Palace, somewhere near Joshua Tree, California