The past 24 hours have been a slice. Lemme fill you in. We drove out of a sweaty Palm Springs - a retiree and tourist mecca ripe with gentrification - and made it to Slab City to visit Salvation Mountain right after the sun set. A local told us that an open mic was about to start at a place called The Range.
The Range musicians are hit-or-miss, but Builder Bill slammed his guitar and huffed and groaned into the open desert air. Bill built the place 14 years ago and also plays himself in the film Into the Wild. Momo ran free with the dogs there, they all seemed pretty friendly. And the folks there, they had good stories and conspiracy theories you can listen to for a bit and then get confused when one of them tells you his wife stole his finger for $1000, he showed me his 3 fingered hand to prove it.
We head out in the morning to the Anza-Borrego super bloom that everyone was talking about and I sort of wanted to get away from Slab City where we stayed for the night.
The desert recently got a lot of rain and the flowers are supposed growing wild. The colours are beautiful. But you had to stop to get close to appreciate them. It wasn’t a field of flowers that you can simply snap and share (though apparently there is one a bit further out), you had to get out and walk around and look real close to the blooming flowers on the cacti, ocotillo (the long green stems with red tips), and tons of tiny little colorful flowers.
Flowers are pretty in groups, blooming for no-one, performing for no-one. People in groups, they’re there for each other. If they invite you in, it’s often a good idea to say yes.