Coca Cola Drive
02 April: I work on the redesign all day, working on how it looks, maps, and books. I’m quite pleased with the result but there’s something missing’ it still looks amateurish to me. I really struggle with maps not working until I finally figure out that one program that I needed to call wasn’t being called, and bob’s yer uncle.
We go out later for a ride. We find a snarf on Algodones Road, which ends in Mexico. People are fishing on the canal right there at the marker.
All-American Canal
I think there’s another one and, as we travel further south, I identify the likely spot, but we’re put off by the unfriendly border signs that threaten hefty fines for anyone who stops down there.
So, we backtrack rather than go so far that we end up accidentally across the border; we haven’t enough information to know whether that might happen. Instead, we drive the whole way round the back of Quechan Casino.
On a whim, we take a side trip up Sidwinder Road, where asphalt quickly gives way to graded gravel and we find a strange graveyard or monument, stuck out there in the middle of nowhere.
Sacred space for somebody
After stopping here:
Coca-Cola Drive
and taking pictures of a poem inviting visitors to travel Sidewinder Pass:
Poems of the Desert
we return home and find a bicycle stacked beside the dumpster. It is a good-looking bike, but its wheels are broken. DH inspects it and we bring it home on the motorcycle. Our neighbors seem a little startled.
Now, DH has a new project. ;)
Sidewinder Pass
The end of the world
The desert creeps into our souls
Strangely beautiful.
Very remote yet very friendly.
A place not quite in this world.
Fascinating frightening.
At once a glimpse of the beginning
and the end.
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