It's nothing but sand, gravel and rock.
Nothing.
And no water.
I see you’ve been there, too.
Participated in a cross-country MC race (Moto-X) way back in 1971 that started out from Blythe. Forgot the name of the event, so many years ago, doesn’t matter now anyway.
Our truck overheated a few miles from town. Not sure how that could happen since the late morning temperature was only about 115 degrees! Popped the hood-grabbed the hose and started squirting down the radiator. Damn near got shot by the pistol-packing owner when he ran out yelling “If you want water it’s a buck a gallon and you’ve spent two dollars already”. Holy crap!
I understood his anger after he told us that he had to haul all his water in from a spring 40 miles away.
Most of the population in Blythe are criminals and/or mentally ill.