Recently I took a trip out to Slab City. Where the outlaws, the hippies, and the tweakers go to die. Located next to a bombing range, this place is covered in beat down trailers, old burning man memorobilia and shirtless men with beards. Oddly there's a Friday night stage where people go to play their music and even a cafe. People trade for food and goods and it's about a 20 minute drive to get to any sort of civilization.
It's an unreal experience but luckily I don't live too far away with it and my friend owns a trailer out there. Once staying in his trailer was a Tennesse boy out on the run. His neighbors consist of a lookalike of an unfamiliar actor (I couldnt pinpoint it, but he looked just like him), an old pilot that had some pretty good jokes, a quiet pothead and a real old tweaker.
We had lunch and listened to pilot man speak his wisdom. A clever thing I remembered from his speach was: "See my heart is broken. Many women have left the cracks that dug so deep they mimic the ground we're walking on. But I thank these women, for they have left me more room to fill it up with the love I deserve"
Before that we went to Salvation Mountain. I still don't know why I haven't been here before, I live only 20-30 minutes away. An old man occupies the area. People come and donate paint, food, odds and ends of things. He makes his money off selling postcards and basically donations. He forms big installations with the clay from the ground and mixes it with water. Huge mountains and trees intertwine as you go through these caves from years of work. The old man is nice, I think his birthdays coming up as well.
The next place we went to was just on the way back, called the Mud Pots. Or mud mountains, Im not sure, but it made my stomach turn. The heat from the earth lifts up onto the dirt and forms these volcanos. If you get close enough (which I did) you can hear the gurgling and watch the mud bubble up.
And yes, I took lots of pictures so here you go
It's an unreal experience but luckily I don't live too far away with it and my friend owns a trailer out there. Once staying in his trailer was a Tennesse boy out on the run. His neighbors consist of a lookalike of an unfamiliar actor (I couldnt pinpoint it, but he looked just like him), an old pilot that had some pretty good jokes, a quiet pothead and a real old tweaker.
We had lunch and listened to pilot man speak his wisdom. A clever thing I remembered from his speach was: "See my heart is broken. Many women have left the cracks that dug so deep they mimic the ground we're walking on. But I thank these women, for they have left me more room to fill it up with the love I deserve"
Before that we went to Salvation Mountain. I still don't know why I haven't been here before, I live only 20-30 minutes away. An old man occupies the area. People come and donate paint, food, odds and ends of things. He makes his money off selling postcards and basically donations. He forms big installations with the clay from the ground and mixes it with water. Huge mountains and trees intertwine as you go through these caves from years of work. The old man is nice, I think his birthdays coming up as well.
The next place we went to was just on the way back, called the Mud Pots. Or mud mountains, Im not sure, but it made my stomach turn. The heat from the earth lifts up onto the dirt and forms these volcanos. If you get close enough (which I did) you can hear the gurgling and watch the mud bubble up.
And yes, I took lots of pictures so here you go
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vellin:
oh my gosh! how on earth did i miss your pretty little face on this site? 
denie:
I already saw this... And I have to say I didnt really enjoy this.. hehe.. but I loooove Edward