There’s an infamous bar located in the Buckskin Mountains just outside Parker, Arizona. It is only open on weekends, from the end of September through the end of April. Dave and I were intrigued by the remoteness—it existed at the end of a 5-mile stretch of desert road. How far was it from Phoenix? Just about three hours. Geez.
I have to be frank. The drive from Phoenix to Quartzite exit was a whole lot of nothing. Miles upon miles of flat, barren land. We fervently hoped that this place was worth the effort.
RV and campground, Quartzite, AZ.
The original bar.(Photo: Scott Craven/The Republic)
Now, for a little history. In 1974, a young Wisconsinite by the name of Ken Coughlin sought a better life (as in partying) in Southern California. A trip to Parker, Arizona, changed his mind and sparked his entrepreneurial spirit. He settled along the Colorado River and leased a snack stand. But bigger plans were on the horizon. How about a building bar smack dab in the middle of the desert? If you build it, they will come. After purchasing a parcel of public land sight unseen, The Nellie E Saloon (a.k.a The Desert Bar) was born.
The bar, present day.
We arrived in Parker just before noon and took a detour to see the Colorado River. In the fall, RV-ers flock to enjoy the temperate winter climate and outdoor activities. There were more ATV trails around there than spines on a cactus.
Life along the Colorado River, Parker AZ.
After passing several Trump 2020 water tanks, we found the turnoff and headed down the five mile gravel road. Several ATVs zipped by us — this was a road built for off-roaders.
The road to The Desert Bar.
ATV parking.
The Desert Bar was expansive and built for the climate—complete with solar panels.
There are multiple levels to wander through.
Rustic charm.
The crowd was mellow, and the band played tunes from Lynyrd Skynyrd and the Eagles. The food was tasty and the beer was cold.
Real people enjoying real music.
A strange metallic chapel rose from beyond the parking area—just for the hell of it.
Event Chapel.
A scenic view from the gravel road, as we departed.
Did I mention how long a drive it was? Somebody out there should build a bar in the desert, just outside Phoenix. There’s plenty of space.