out in the middle of the desert, east of the salton sea, is this place, two and a half hours east of san diego.
on a whim we headed out, not quite realizing how far away it was, and made it just as the sun set. no one around but a few dogs and smoking hippies, i couldn't help but think that this was the stuff horror movies were made of. no horror here, though, only countless empty buckets of paint and dirt. oh, and salvation, duh.