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Who Is Osie Turner?

Who knows? I certainly don’t. Of course, I know the “About” section of these types of websites usually say something to the effect of “Osie Turner is a writer and photographer living in Las Vegas,” but that is rather bland. Besides, you don’t really want to know who I am—you’re likely more interested in figuring out what it is that I do, exactly.

I consider myself an artist; it is tempting to say that writing, both fiction and non-fiction, is my primary passion but photography is essentially a part of my daily life and so closely related to my writing that the two are essentially inseparable. Every professional article I’ve had published has included photos I’ve taken of or at whatever it is the article is about. Likewise, many of the photo shoots I’ve gone on have ended up inspiring fiction.

Although born in Las Vegas, Nevada, I grew up in a small mining town known as Sandy Valley—about 60 miles southwest of Las Vegas in the heart of the vast Southern Nevada desert. I believe growing…
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What Remains of Rock-A-Hoola

If you’ve ever traveled the long stretch of desert highway between Los Angeles and Las Vegas you may have noticed this abandoned waterpark in the middle of nowhere. One cannot help but wonder why it is there—who would open a waterpark here? As it turns out, the backstory of this family fun park turned post-apocalyptic ruin is rather surprising.
It originally opened in 1962 as Lake Dolores Water Park and continued to expand over the years. More and more rides were added as more and more visitors began to either make the trek there or stop en route in between LA and Vegas. Eventually a campground was added for overnight stays.
In 1990 the park was sold and the new owners changed the name to Rock-A-Hoola. Later in 1998 they invested countless dollars into a full renovation in which many of the buildings we see today were added and the whole waterpark had a retro 1950s style makeover. Unfortunately that was not enough to draw in more families; it went bankrupt and closed in 2000—a lawsuit …

Unexplained Photos

Back in September, I went out for a short hike at the Wetlands Park one Saturday afternoon and took a few pictures. Nothing out of the ordinary, just pleasant afternoon outdoors. I didn’t download the pics until a week later, on the following Sunday. It was only then that I discovered two photos on the camera that I did not take. Both are blurry and I’m not sure what they are of; but I for sure did not take these pictures.
How am I s sure that I didn’t? Because they were both taken at 10:35 p.m. that night. At that time the camera was inside its protective case and I was the only one in the house that night. As I already said, I didn’t even review or download the pics from that afternoon until the next Sunday; the camera was not even taken out of the case after I returned home earlier that day.
Here is the first pic:


And here are its properties and details:



Here is the second:


And here are its properties and details:




What jumps out at me is that they were taken only about 30 seconds apart,…

Cemetery and Mausoleum Night Shots

A few weeks ago, I decided to take my camera out one night and see if I could get some good shots in a nearby cemetery. I enjoy walking through cemeteries at night; there is a peacefulness and quiet that you just don’t find anywhere else, at least not without leaving the city.
I ended up parking next to a fairly large mausoleum that I had never explored before, so I checked it out. Most of it was outdoor, but there was an interior that looked like a small chapel on the bottom floor. The doors were already locked for the night, so I was not able to go in. There was a second floor as well, but I couldn’t tell what was in there. As you can see in the video to your left, there was a nice fountain at the far end of the mausoleum; the water from it echoed through building and made it sound like it was raining—a very nice touch.
Besides the mausoleum, the rest of the grounds were well kept and pretty standard cemetery look. I walked around a little, but didn’t go too far away from the buildi…

Haunted Flood Tunnels on Sandhill and Charleston

Legend has it that, when passing through the flood tunnels between Charleston Blvd and Sahara Avenue on Sandhill Road in Las Vegas, you can hear the ghostly whisperings of a long dead couple within them. The couple, according the story, was driving down Olive Street and crashed into the construction debris from when the tunnels were being built. Their bodies were not found until hours later.
The spot has long been a local legend, so I decided to check it out on night. Due to the spiked fence, I did not get to walk into the tunnels. From where I could observe, I did not hear any ethereal whispering and nothing out of the normal occurred during my time there. I took a short video and a few pictures though.



I got a lot of “orbs” in the pics taken around this area; however, I do not think they are anything paranormal. The orbs are likely dust reflected off the flash from the camera. They do not appear in any taken without flash.


I have to conclude that I am skeptical of the haunting of the s…

The Clown Motel

The infamous Clown Motel in Tonopah, Nevada, is one of the area’s most unusual roadside attractions. A clown-themed motel in the historic mining town of Tonopah, right in the middle of nowhere, and located next to an old cemetery to boot seems almost made up. But it is real; in fact you can’t miss it if you drive through the town.
I wrote a three-part article on the history and background of the Clown Motel already, so I’m not going to rehash all of the details here (links are provided at the end of this post). What I am going to focus on is my own experience while staying at the motel.
If the sign and name don’t scare you away from getting a room here, you will have to enter the lobby—where the bulk of the clown collection is to be found. Hundreds of clown figurines, masks, pictures, and various other mediums of clownery cover the walls and bookshelves. And of course the life-sized doll, Bozo the Clown, spends his days sitting in the corner greeting visitors with his unsettling smile…

Truck Cab in the Desert: A Photo by Osie Turner

Abandoned vehicles are a common sight on the backroads of Nevada. This classic truck cab was a great, unexpected find. I found it alongside Nevada State Route 375, also known as the “Extraterrestrial Highway” because of its proximity to Area 51, near the turnoff from US Route 6.  
The remains of this truck were too nondescript for me to identify much about it; I don’t know what type of truck it was, what year it is from, or much else. I would guess that it is from about the 1960s or so, but that is, of course, just a guess.
What I do know is that this rusting old shell has sat there, a short walk off the highway, for so long that it has become a part of the landscape. It was probably used by some rancher back in the day until it stopped running—possibly where it lies today.

I also know that this is not just some lump of slowly decomposing metal; this truck has a story—of that I am certain. How many miles was it driven before it ended up here? Where was it driven to; was it driven around…