Monday, April 1, 2013
Salton Sea. I was envisioning an idyllic beach-side camp with the crying of gulls and a mermaid or two.
At the junction with 86 the wind was blowing so hard I had tuh use my 'mergincy brake tuh stop. It was crosswise as I turned north and whilst I drove thar wuz airborne rat'lerz, a herd of javalinas four feet off the ground, and a brick porta-potty whut comed acrosst the highway. Thar warn't no way tuh camp!
Some miles up the road we rounded the mountain and the wind abated. I tried several tracks looking for a camp but all led to private property.
It was almost dark when, with failing hope I turned onto what I tho't of as my last-ditch chance. It took me throo bordering stands of tamarisk too high to see over until I emerged on a "pristine" beach complete with pelicans, seagulls and my own "freshwater" slough. Once again I thanked my lucky stars for bringing me home.