Perhaps, whilst traversing north to south on the west side of The Accidental Sea, you've noticed the wind blowing eastward. Surmisaling the stink predominates Over There, I'd avoided the east bank. But, being a cat-man, my curiosity was killing me.
Perhaps it was luck of the day, but there was no breeze. And though I made a special trip to the shore at The Salton Sea Recreation Area (actually a state park) to test the odour and yes, it's definitely still there, the surreality of it all is worth the trip, at least if it's calm, as it was that day.
Next door to Skip's grocery is this nice mural.
Down the street is the North Shore Yacht Club Community Center.
And right next to it, helping keep real estate prices affordable, is this grafittied remnant.
Across the street from the Yacht Club, less than half a block from some boarded-up homes, is this sign.
The State Recreation Area has a nice Visitors' Center, but this is it; several shade structures and some aging asphalt. Out of view to the left are a series of park-platzes und plugins fur das Motorhomes. A few palms separate their spots from the vista area.
Bombay Beach offered a bit more entertainment. There were a few occupied homes but this one's trailer addition caught my eye. There were numerous evidences, such as this neighbor's attempt at embellishing with a planter-boat, that leant poignancy to the "experience."
One place had some interesting cars.
And this faded-pink church with lighthouse-esque roof almost evoked a maritime Arrggggg, Matey!
There IS a store in Bombay Beach. I bought the only dozen eggs, but left the chicken-parts bologna for you. The bar advertises as the lowest in the western hemisphere. I almmosst went in. But nahhh.
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Monday, April 1, 2013
Salton Sea
It was late afternoon as I headed east on highway 78 toward the 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.
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