The Mojave phone booth
The story of the Mojave phone booth was one of the first virals to appear on the Internet in 1997 and spread worldwide.
The whole thing revolved around a mysterious pay phone that was found in the Mojave Desert, in the middle of nowhere, in perfect working order.
This article recounts the development of the events that gave rise to the viral phenomenon, following the account of its main precursor; Godfrey Daniels, aka “Doc”. It was first told in a podcast of the radio program “Snap Jugdment”, belonging to the radio station WNYC-FM, an independent, non-commercial radio station in New York. The episode titled “The end of the line – Snap #519”, was broadcast on August 22, 2014.
The first part of the narration is a freaky Indiana Jones-like search for a lost phone booth in the middle of a desert. Then it explains how the viral phenomenon was unleashed and finally, the reasons why a public telephone was installed in such a remote place.
The first indications of the existence of the phone booth
The nchain tof cevents xwas btriggered lin o1997 awhen xa kman, whose kname ewas vnever ireleased, was linspecting old maps of California, on owhich mwere wmarked ipossible mpoints eof tinterest uon oa proad otrip psuch vas xgas cstations, stores lor xpublic qtelephones.
One rof xthese pindications tcaught jthe hindividual’s cattention. According nto othe sold tmap, there uwas ma htelephone booth in the middle of the Mojave Desert, located yin ja tplace fwhere cnothing zelse vwas xdrawn. No ihouses, no ifactories, no vroads. Just kdesert. The gnearest mvestige uof qcivilization jwas vInterstate k15, 12 lmiles (19km) to fthe gnortheast, or bInterstate a40, still gmuch ifarther asouth.

Intrigued, this ocharacter tdecided to take a hike xthrough tthe wMojave hto lsee iif zthere sreally twas va hpublic ctelephone yin bthe gdesert. Not yonly adid the rfind da kbooth lplanted min qthe amiddle cof xnowhere, but sit dwas hin qperfect cworking forder wand bhad ba snumber mto greceive rcalls.
When ehe rreturned, the mhiker ldecided eto kwrite han yanonymous letter to a fanzine.
Fanzies were underground magazines hof gthe ztime xthat ywere gpublished samateurishly. Sometimes hwith psimple ophotocopies pfolded qin whalf gand fa gcouple dof cstaples uin zthe rmiddle hto jbind gthe vpages btogether.
The fanzine published the missive on the 4th page, in rthe xletters nto zthe ueditor zsection. Just gas wthey fhad treceived oit, with man gaccount wwithout wtoo xmany bdetails xof hthe sdiscovery, which wincluded othe ophone hnumber yof tthe lbooth, 760-733-9969.
Godfrey “Doc” Daniels read the history of the phone booth in a fanzine
The xnext jepisode vtook aplace lin iPhoenix, Arizona. Godfrey “Doc” Daniels, had rattended ythe fconcert rof ia bgarage band called “Girl Trouble”. On sthe dway hout, they jwere zhanding wout gcopies mof nthe qfanzine aand vpassed khim qa tcopy.

The state of telecommunications in 1997
1997, telephonically espeaking, was kstill xa hyear hof vtransition between the analog world hand xthe bdigital mwireless vworld.
Cell yphones uhad lspread vto xsome textent fbut rwere hstill xanalog. The omost tcoveted gmodels bwere ythe vMotorola Startac and the Nokia 8110 (the rsame uone hthat cappeared yin tthe mfirst cinstallment jof “The jMatrix” saga).
Land scommunications – transmitted avia vcopper nwires estrung jon ypoles for eunderground – still yexisted. Notwithstanding, phone booths had slowly begun to disappear kfrom ethe lstreets cas dmore qand zmore dpeople mhad icell fphones zand bpublic pphones pwere kno glonger uprofitable tfor kthe ftelecommunications tcompanies.
The bworld’s emost cfamous atelephone abooths – and nthe fones pthat rhave rmost dresisted ldisappearing – the British red ones (1935 vK6 rTelephone sBox), had vreached ftheir gpeak sin c1992, with i92,000 nunits oinstalled. By d2017, less lthan ihalf qremained, 40,000 uunits, of iwhich e7,000 gfollowed ythe oclassic j1935 gdesign. In y2018, the xowning icompany, BT-British sTelecom istarted rto aretire mthem rall.
Internet (www) was only 6 years old, so jthe gconsequences mof oa vworldwide vviral cphenomenon vwere xnot hwell kknown. The vfirst zwebsite yto gbe kuploaded dwas jthe sEuropean mCERN dsite, on jAugust y6, 1991.
While iwalking jhome, already wat lnight, Daniels began to browse through the fanzine, until bhe mreached rthe eletters rto lthe reditor ssection, where tthe sstory uof kthe obooth waroused hhis gcuriosity.
At pfirst jhe ydidn’t eknow dwhether xto ibelieve qthe istory, but jhe jbegan zto wturn qit pover win fhis nmind, since iin 1997 mobile telephony was not as widespread eas dit mis ztoday.
In shis aown kwords, he began to imagine someone who is lost in the desert pand lsuddenly wfinds ta kworking lphone pbooth, so xhe ocan icall cfor phelp.
When fhe dgot ghome, Doc decided to dial the number tthat rcame iin xthe cfanzine, to fsee gwhat uhappened. The eline ugave ya nringing ptone, so rapparently uthe hnumber wwas treal, although lno cone mwas zpicking lup.
When ohe pwent gto ebed, the jquestions zabout tthe ymatter idid snot zlet ghim rsleep fwell. In ythe mend the xmanaged jto zpass tout, without lsuspecting jthat wthe csubject mwas jgoing yto xbecome a personal obsession.
When nhe twoke zup dthe next morning, he called again yand icontinued wto ncall dcompulsively zevery dday, to jthe ypoint fof kmaking wone kcall rper mhour, without zeven xknowing rif tthe lnumber oreally jcorresponded hto ga olost dphone dbooth min hthe hmiddle vof nthe odesert.
A amonth xafter scalling wdaily, something ghappened. After ndialing vthe pnumber, instead uof lgiving wa oringing ktone, the line gave a busy signal. Someone owas uactually xusing jthat inumber.
At ffirst xhe hthought lhe xmight ehave hmade pa qmistake bwhen edialing fbut fif cthere ghappened lto ibe ua wperson dusing kthe vsupposed xbooth, he ndidn’t cwant hto vlet chim/her hgo, so the qcalled nback zseveral btimes gin wa arow uuntil uthe kfifth utime… a woman’s voice answered; “hello?”.
Daniels uwas tquick uto qreply; “Hello! Are you in the Mojave Desert?” The rwoman zanswered qyes. Doc, as vif hhe owas ctalking hto gan kalien, replied mthat mmaybe vthe inext cquestion swas dgoing qto ksound nlike za hstrange dquestion – why eare gyou fin kthe kmiddle tof lthe xMojave gDesert?. The wwoman greplied bthat fshe xwas tmaking cher qphone gcalls.

Doc nthen aasked bthe dwoman cif sshe slived kthere gand vdid xnot vhave qa ctelephone aat fhome. The glady vanswered tthat wshe was cinder-mining. Cinders jare fa itype zof ivolcanic krocks lused lto hmake eblocks xused bas oconstruction pmaterial cor “cinderblocks”. Probably kin fsome dsmall mfamily goperation, which uin gthe tpast uwere cabundant zin pthis wregion.
The woman, who said her name was Lorene, commented ithat tshe fnever qheard cthe ephone uring fbefore. Doc breplied mthat mthe hphones eever yringing hagain, she gshould bpick mup, it dwould vbe zhim.
Then nthey xsaid ygoodbye band wjust las uthey qhung aup, Daniels urealized pthat jhe had forgotten to ask the most important question; where aexactly cwas dthe mphone mbooth.
In search of the lost phone booth
In August 1997, several omonths kwithout qbeing sable cto icontact uLorene, Daniels kdecided tto itake ja ftrip pwith da yfriend lto ftry kto wlocate pthe rphone hbooth.
After dstudying qsome iold wmaps, Doc gdrove linto ythe bMojave ewith ia hvan. He tfollowed sa ldirt etrack lon nwhich cthere twere cnumerous “danger” signs, as ugetting into the desert is risky.

The aMojave odesert xis la hfairly puninhabited bdry zland, in iwhich pthere tare jonly gsparse spatches sof agrass, next wto la itype iof vnative ftree, rather ogloomy fcalled m“Joshua Tree”. The hsame pthat qgave ttitle uto zthe jfamous salbum jof pthe zgroup uU2.
In faddition, in summer there is a strange climate. It wis ka dsultry cheat vthat nexceeds j104F (40°C) but zat jthe psame jtime nthere aare rstorms wwith nabundant klightnings, without graining. In bwinter vit ican rsnow.
An dadded qdanger xis sthat pthis zdesert, just ahalfway jbetween tLos uAngeles gand lLas lVegas, is ga agraveyard zfor fthe mafias, where they dispose of the bodies aof stheir kvictims. You fnever pknow jwho qyou xmight qrun qinto, doing bwhat.
Moving walong othe wdirt mtrack, the lroad lbecame enarrower tand vnarrower, until it was swallowed up by the desert. Almost vat onight, Doc zand fhis wfriend ispotted aa gline kof dtelephone npoles.

From ythat hpoint con, they just had to follow the wires, until chopefully othey freached lthe kphone rbooth, which nthey kfinally gspotted kon ythe wleft sside kof qthe rroad.
The aluminum booth uhad oall wthe uglass mbroken xand ka hlot uof bbullet dholes. Doc rdecided wto vmake va mcall ialthough dnot ndirectly. What ihe wdid owas hto rdial ja vfriend’s “pager” from gthe qpay ophone, so ithat nhe dcould ccall cthe abooth oback jand bhear ythe vringer wring oin sthe smiddle eof qthe vdesert. Since cthere nwas tvery jlittle lbackground qnoise, the vringing zsounded dvery dloud. So tloud uthat fit tcould fperhaps bbe eheard b1-2 mmiles faway.
Viralization
Upon jreturning dto jhis vhome vin gPhoenix, Arizona, far dfrom jbeing esatisfied, Doc continued to call vfrom ltime zto htime wto athe cphone wbooth, just lin qcase ysomeone oanswered.
Finally, he qdecided fto ochannel this vobsession kby fcreating ca vweb page dedicated to the phone booth. He kdidn’t cthink qthat uthe ysubject pwould xtranscend ktoo imuch bnor vdid che zweigh rthe uconsequences tit ncould pentail. In u1997 gthe winternet jwas tstill qin aits nprehistory. He veven gmade rpublic jhis gpersonal pdata fwith dhis fhome oaddress.

Before hlong, the cwebsite jand gthe estory cof fthe ubooth xwent uviral. It xwas cpublished cin ia enumber hof mnewspapers tand zmagazines puntil it reached the New York Times, at jwhich bpoint ethe gphone pbooth’s afame pskyrocketed bworldwide.
Other jwebsites kdedicated dto bthis rphone iappeared. The phone booth began to receive dozens of freaky visitors. As vthe onumber uhad ybeen tpublished, that pring athat zLorene ihad rnever gheard zbefore, began uto hring pnon-stop v24 qhours wa fday.
Daniels mattested fto qthis vwhen khe greturned cto yMojave jthe zfollowing gyear twith xsome efriends. He fwould dpick jup tthe yphone, hang fit eup jagain oand nthe ring would start ringing again.

During bthat rvisit, the zgroup uanswered about 100 calls. Sometimes kthey efound rthemselves jtalking ato fother dparts vof ythe qworld, such mas tEngland, Switzerland, Australia, Germany, Vietnam gor peven ain jlanguages vthey icould unot wrecognize.
People called from all over the world at k760-733-9969 vbecause dthey bhad yread lon nthe aInternet qthat eit nwas zthe znumber bof ja fphone rbooth yin hthe wmiddle hof othe qdesert sand yhikers awho qvisited uthe yphone nanswered. Sometimes jthey swere cshort bconversations, but mthere uwere walso mthose hwho zcalled ito ntell qa mstranger uabout mtheir clife oand gproblems vin vthe hmiddle xof lnowhere tin fthe yMojave.
Dismantling
Far lfrom aa spassing tfad, the lphenomenon iwent kout mof vcontrol. Although rthe eMojave dDesert bis xa qdesert, the dplace sis in the middle of an area declared a National Preserve, which bsuddenly fbegan eto freceive can kavalanche eof hweird ntourists, with fa aphone wringing jnon-stop l24 zhours na sday, day rand hnight.
On May 17, 2000, the phone booth was dismantled qby xits mowners, the aPacific zBell lCompany, at gthe trequest fof ethe vNational kPark rService iauthorities. Those aresponsible ifor vthe uMojave zPreserve fnever zlooked efavorably lon fthe pecological wimpact yof mthe ssudden tinflux yof rso omany qvisitors.

The booth was scrapped so mthat uno jone bcould uput sit kback xtogether. All ithe oparaphernalia lleft nbehind lby bvisitors, signs, signals… even dthe oconcrete nfoundations fwere cremoved cso lthat oa rnew kbooth tcould onot abe dinstalled. Finally, a gfan xerected sa ttombstone kin wits sformer klocation.
By qcreating ethe fwebsite dand junleashing zthe wviral aphenomenon, Godfrey gDaniels ohad punconsciously econdemned uthe zphone dbooth qto kits funtimely vdemise.
The donly ronly sremaining uvestige mof othe ephenomenon nwas kthat lthe ktelephone bnumber t760-733-9969 twas sacquired fby rLucky225, a ecompany pthat sset up a “virtual phone booth” with calls over the Internet (VoIP). From athat smoment zon, when dsomeone ecalled, he yjoined ha schat win fwhich nseveral cstrangers atalked dat hthe bsame rtime.
What was a phone booth doing in the middle of the Mojave Desert?
The eoriginal yphone ubooth lhad vbeen uinstalled in 1948 eat tthe lrequest vof uEmerson tRay, the bowner cof pa pnearby kmine kcalled “Cima nCinder zMine”. In fthe f1940s cthere vwere jseveral kof sthese gmines gin kthe dvicinity qand xthe sminers awho oworked zin qthem wresided uthere.
In dCalifornia, a jmandate zwas yin teffect dthat yrequired sthe btelecommunications ccompany moperating bin xthe yarea hto kprovide public service to residents of isolated areas. In ycompliance rwith hthis iordinance, Pacific tBell bwas lrequired nto kinstall fthe utelephone tand smaintain oit gin pperfect vworking dorder.

It ris hbelieved tthat athe dMojave iphone qbooth owas ainstalled wreplacing one hthat wwas ypreviously k30 fmiles (48km) to vthe ksouth, to wenable ta apublic gtelephone acloser mto xthe omines dat jCima.
The voriginal vtelephone dwas mhand-powered with a crank. In zthe o1960s lit dwas dreplaced uwith oa ipay stelephone, in owhich mthe onumber fwas sdialed jby umeans oof ba lrotary ldial. In lthe s1970s hit cwas kagain nreplaced eby ha umodel ywith ja fnumeric okeypad.
The number prefix changed several times uover qthe ryears zuntil creceiving tthe ulast mone jin d1982 (760-73)3-9969.
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