Puke on a Hot Sidewalk: The Salton Sea Chronicles, Part 1

Puke on a hot sidewalk.  This is the smell of the Salton Sea. Rotten eggs, perhaps, is a more familiar notion. In 1906, attempts to bring water into the Imperial Valley from the Colorado River failed, and a strange little ocean was born in the desert. Contractors didn't account for the massive buildup of silt, …

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Jurassic Adventures: Don’t Drink the Kool Aid

There are dinosaurs. Out in the desert. A rare and extinct breed the size of Godzilla himself. In the city of Cabazon, which sounds a lot more exotic than it actually is. If you're driving down the freeway, on Interstate 10, you can't miss them. They roar at every passing car. Dinny the dinosaur and …

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Road Side Reflections

Her eyes are tired. Her face is like the desert landscape, like the canyons carved away by eroding wind and sand, the wrinkles make fine grooves upon her skin. She stands beneath the roadside stand, fanning herself with a bronzed hand, the ensuing breeze she creates playing at her stark, black hair that reflects the …

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Where Guinness Flows like Water

Killarney, Ireland. Home of Daniel, a man you'll never meet. Although I suppose you could, if you ever found yourself in the bar of the International Hotel, in County Kerry, where Daniel spends his nights. I highly recommend staying there. They have fabulous views, and spacious bathtubs, perfect for an afternoon nap after you've indulged …

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The Crystal Cave

There's a little sidestreet you can take that leads into an alternative dimension. A place that hasn't yet caught up with the rest of the world, or perhaps, that the world hasn't yet caught up with. A shanty-town village of rusting desert treasures and rusting desert people. It's called Sky Village Swap Meet, and it …

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Exit Glacier is making her exit

The GPS read a 15 mile distance. 45 minutes. In Alaska, there's no such thing as a quick trip anywhere unless you're talking the quick trip I took over my unlaced boots. We'd driven this road eight or nine times in the last two days and my brother was growing tired of me pulling onto …

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