To each their own. Looks like a good first approximation of my idea of hell. No neighbors. No community. No shade. No greenery. No library. No book stores. No parks. No farmer's market. No beach. No forests. Abjectly fossil-fuel dependent for absolutely everything except possibly water, and if it's between LA and Vegas that's either not potable or draws from the Rio Grande, which is...a bit oversubscribed...