|The RVs and trailers of Slab City|
Maybe not. But enlightening nonetheless. The idea was born from my dear friend Amy, who had to do her final photo project during the holiday week and had heard about this hippie community living close to the Salton Sea in a place known to outsiders as Slab City and to residents affectionately as The Slabs. The slabs consists of old concrete... slabs... apparently left over from a World War II military testing site. The concrete serves many functions now - as stages, as a place to park an RV, or as a place to set up a community kitchen and serve a Thanksgiving banquet.
|The library at Slab City|
|One of the trailers in The Slabs|
As we were about to leave, we went on the round of goodbyes, and were held up by a woman called Mama Lizzie. She's been living at Slab City for the past 8 years (most people just pass through for a few months here and there), probably has a diagnosable mental disorder and if not definitely has a drug induced disorder, and she decided that we should hear her life story before departing. We couldn't leave the desert without some wisdom. As she was babbling on and on about where she came from and how she came to live in the middle of nowhere, she said something that, again, you just can't write. "Most people came out to the desert to die," she said, "but I came out here to live."