Welcome to the Slabs, one the strangest areas I have ever visited. I don't know what to compare it. I am camped four miles east of the small dying town of Niland, California, which has a post office, a struggling Laundromat with one working washer, a restaurant the locals claim serves so-so food the locals at too high prices, and one gas station that operates as a market too.
The rumors and myths of The Slabs are abound.
Slab City is 600 acres originally used as a training facility, Camp Dunlap, by the Marine Corp during WWI. Today the area is home to the homeless, the snow birds, and about a thousand locals. There is no electricity, no water, no trash, and NO RULES. There is lots of sunshine, too much in the summer and stars that light up the sky like a rhinestone blanket. People come here to escape civilization and it confining restrictions.
The hot springs are clothing optional. The local entertainment at the Range is anything but smoke free, allowing second hand smoke from more than just cigarettes.
The homeless that live here walk to town. If they want a ride, they walk with the flow of traffic, if not, they walk against the traffic. Dogs run free. I can't imagine life for those that life year around. It can be 120 degrees in the summer, and in the 30s on a winter night.
Below are some of the images of Slab City and the surrounding area of Salton Sea.
This was the swimming pool at the Marine Base. It is now a skate park for a group of youth who live here at the slabs and bathe (but not often) in the hot springs less than a quarter of a mile from here.
This piece of art on the left, created by discarded computer circuit boards, and the four following are examples of "Found Art" here in East Jesus. I could have spent hours absorbing the nuances each artist had implied. East Jesus is a testament to the creation process, knowing that all of this was created by trash and discarded items found here in the desert.
Salvation Mountain
Stay tuned for more pictures from this area.
Happy New Year!
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