Quartzsite is the closest I’ve come to living in a retirement community. The majority of people there in winter are my age or older. It destroys my cherished illusion that I’m ten to twenty years younger than I am. “Oh. I’m one of them. Rats.” So I left for someplace a little different.
What’s nice about Joshua Tree (besides the place itself) is that it draws a much wider age range. Sure, there are white haired folks with their large RVs, but there are also twenty-somethings tenting out of economy cars. (I remember doing that, whereas I will never do the big RV thing.) It’s more like the real world than some geriatric gulag.