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| As you remember last time...our hero, (that would be me...) had made his escape from the Armageddon-like devastation in Big Sur and was pointing his trusty minivan, Pacifico toward the arizona desert. After a few brief stops and an overnight stay at a rest area, I reached the Chuckwalla Mountains near the strange little town of Desert Center. I pulled off on a very sandy dirt road and drove until I found a beautiful, quiet place to camp out. |
After a long nap in the warm, dry desert, I stepped outside, pulled out the guitar and played a little blues to nobody but the surrounding rocks , and to a very large ( judging by the footprints) cat of some type that I felt sure was napping somewhere in the shade nearby. Hope he likes the blues...
CHUCKWALLA BLUES
I camped out there for a few days, relaxing from the drive and doing some reorganizing in the van. On the way out I decided to check out Desert Center. I usually stop in at the little cafe there, (which is the only thing there that's still in operation, other than the post office.) I've always been kind of fascinated by the place. The last remnants of what was once a fairly thriving town. The cafe was closed this time with a note on the door saying building maintenance was going on, but I had my doubts...I saw no sign of any work being done and the note on the door looked old and faded...sad if it's the end of the line for the cafe...it was all that was left. I walked around and took some photos, then headed off toward the Arizona boarder.
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