I like the song — it comes close to describing a few years of my life. It reminds me of long rides in the desert, in my Fiat Spider convertible with the top down, under the stars, in altered states. For some reason, the Hotel California always evokes images of the Casa Del Zorro, outside of Borrego Springs.
I thought of it being near Palm Springs, not so far away. My b-i-l comes from the Imperial Valley. The place has an interesting mystique.