The Desert Inn during its heyday was also a brothel. Maybe that’s correct in a technical sense, but it certainly lacks historical completeness. Why do they always do that? I suppose Florida believes an error of omission isn’t a lie. The official history left out the best part. One could interpret that as a little bit of passive-aggressive behavior I suppose. They renaming the crossroads Yeehaw Junction. Outside meddlers forced a name change so residents took things down a notch.
It also served as a stop on a Greyhound Bus route.
Florida’s Turnpike came rolling along and the crossroads became a logical place for a Sinclair gas station. However, things changed during the golden age of automobiles and the first highways. Nobody was going out to the middle of nowhere and nobody cared. It was listed in the National Register of Historic Places in 1994.” The Jackass PartĪs the story goes, old-time laborers and ranchers would ride their donkeys to the trading post at the crossroads. Today the Desert Inn continues to be a popular destination for tourists and local residents. The construction of roads in the 1930s brought tourists to the area, and a set of overnight cabins were erected behind the original building. Local patrons of the trading post and restaurant included African Americans and Seminoles, who had separate dining facilities in the era of segregation.
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Cowmen working the free ranging cattle on the palmetto prairie and lumber men cutting timber in the nearby pine lands came to the Desert Inn to eat, drink, and dance at this ‘oasis’ where they could enjoy some relief from their arduous labors. The present building dates before 1925 and served as a supply and recreational center for cattle drovers, lumber men and tourists during the era when much of Osceola County was still undeveloped wilderness. “The Desert Inn was founded as a trading post in the late 1880s. It describes the situation in about the level of detail appropriate for short attention spans such as mine: The State of Florida erected a roadside historical marker in 1996. Naturally it flourished long before Disney World ever became a gleam in Walt’s eye. The Desert Inn truly represents a vestige of Old Florida from days long before its amazing population boom. The supposed significance traces to its “social history and commerce.” The National Register places its period of significant as 1925-1949. And it looks like a million other roadside Americana motels from the pre-Interstate era. Nonetheless, it even made the National Register of Historic Places.
At first glance, it doesn’t seem like it would qualify as a Florida Heritage Site. Basically it boils down to the Desert Inn and Restaurant. The “town” (and I use that term generously) seems to be personified by a single structure. I wouldn’t have any reason to fixate on this insignificant chunk of scrubland were it not for its colorful name. Set among drainage canals and swamp, Yeehaw Junction exists as little more than a rest stop along Florida’s Turnpike. So it’s nowhere near the two most common reasons anyone would ever visit Florida. Yeehaw Junction, Florida: right near… nothing in the middle of… nothing.
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