Our first stop on the way home was Bombay Beach, a once popular tourist destination in the 60's that was hit by hurricanes in back-to-back years. Yes, hurricanes. There are still folks who live there but there are also still the remains of washed-out homes and trailers from the 70's. It's spooky.
Our second stop was Salvation Mountain. Salvation Mountain is a strange place that an artist created with mounds of trash, hay bales, adobe mud, and paint. It's visited by strange people. It's surrounded by Slab City with is a bit of an off-the-grid living environment in the middle of the desert. Chris MacCandless wrote about it in his diaries and it was featured in Jon Krakauer's book and later the movie Into the Wild. The volunteer at Salvation Mountain told us we had just missed a rager of a "prom" the previous night, where men dressed in tuxedos or tuxedo t-shirts and women in ball gowns, some they come wearing, and some they select from the racks of donated dresses available. He told us that it was cool though because they were having an end-of-the-season party the following weekend we were welcome to attend. Thanks, homie. It was super strange but I loved every minute of it.
Then we headed home. I'm sunburned and happy.
The last stop was for gas and milkshakes in Pine Valley. Delish.
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