Finally definitely not into 4 wheeling

I bought a 4 wheeler last year and had not used it once;so rather than watch it die from neglect, I chose to sell it at quite a loss as I originally over paid.

So today I got to go jeep Rubicon 4 wheeling up and over the sand dunes near by. When I was asked to join I assumed this guy had done this before. But nope. His first time as well. We bounded, bumped and shredded our way up and over sandy mounds until we roll to the top of a dune with a cliff of sand on the other side. Often times difficult to keep from rolling ass over head, or sliding into what was referred to later as a witches well or something that was more of gigantic antlions nest that seemed to have vortex pulling us to the bottom, as we make our way to the other side to find now there was a high chance of rolling down into the 300 foot drop to the bottom. Barely escaping that with no navigation, the feeling of being lost over came me. I knew those are the mountains to the east, the sun is high but clearly oriented coming from the east knowing the time, and the green lusher landscape you could see to the west when up high on a peak where you can also often see the road. It’s a way out, go that way till again your at the top of the peak and a cliff again. Sometimes he said fuck it and we barreled down the hill super fast bouncing high and then skidding up the next peak until I see rvs. That way. Not up that hill, that way, the easy way. There was no easy way. The dunes continued to throw surprise after surprise that had me foot on the dash, arms clinched around my dog when not desperately looking for something to hold onto but continuely feeling like I could potentially be in a jeep with the crazy Wacko in death proof with the killing of the girl in the no seat cage that was the passenger seat.

Never again. Never ever will I ever take risks like that with my life again. Probably mostly safe-ish in a roll being a jeep, but no. Lack of preparedness on a mildly hot day stuck 30 miles out in sand dunes after a roll accident and having to walk back would have been the most brutal stranding yet for me living in the dreaded summer dessert. And it’s only spring time.

Still friend and didn’t mind being called all pansy ass nicknames for my squeals, screams, and full on panic at times that I felt I hid well while I was planning how best to not get hurt by the reckless lack of concern and ex marine fighter pilot daredevil with a potential death wish.

The length of the helping hand in slab city

Recently as a group was headed to our neighboring state Arizona, they came across immigrants in serious need. Legal or not 8 month pregnant momma, daddy and grandpa were in dire straights. The network of do gooders went into action and one of our most fearless took them to family across the country. Dodging it all to reunite a family just before a new life begins. This lawless distopia has a heart so big this family would have had a nightmare but ended in a dream.

Lifeless eyes of the seizure.

Many times in my life I have missed my dance with death. Today when my closest friend had full on seizure for one of the dozens of times but this was the first I saw nothing in her eyes. I held her spitting, sputtering, blue purse lipped face willing life into her eyes with mine. I could not fathom her gone. Her mind gone. This wasn’t gonna kill her. I knew that. But the lack of unconsciousness behind her eyes, the almost glazed over on the edge of never laughing, crying, complaining, cheering, singing, loving, or just being present; filled me with fear. A Fear for her, for me, for what happens when your brain fries, for where she goes and if she’ll come back.

Those moments of her flailing spasms are lost to her never to know what happens, but burned in my mind like senged smoldering wood on campfire never to be gone from my mind

Healing from spider bite

Of course when I went to put my last giant bandage on over just the triple anitbotics, the bandage rolled just enough that I had to bail on the actual bandage and just used my taped on aloe bandage with some gauze to catch oozing.

To my surprise the next morning the wound had healed by gangbusters. Got some more bandages and am now on the third day of covered bite with aloe bandage under the big bandage. The aloe seems to be aiding in the wet bandage method and keeping the microbiologicals at bay.

I will post all pics once I’m closer to healed. At this point it’s a pink creater all of the scabby has sluoghed off. Continuing to stay off my feet is the hardest part. The bite being just on my knee on the right side of my shin muscle. It gets moved every time I walk.

Hopefully another full day and night with the bandage will show continued impressive improvement.

Spider bite continued

Last nite I removed the scab that was basically asking to be removed after the evening cleaning. I carefully removed all of what seemed needing to be removed. The dark scabby mostly. It did not bleed much and not much puss. Actually no puss after the cleaning. It did leave a nice crater but not anymore than I would expect from a scab that size. Flesh underneith was pink until what think is the collagen formation before the scab covered the wound. I applied the thieves soak ball twice until it smarted then covered with the alo leaf till finally dabbing with triple antibiotic a bandage and bed.

Almost afraid I slowly pulled back the bandage this morning to see a nicely healing wound…i think.

I spent much of today with the alo bandage that I eventually just taped on to my leg from the relief it was providing. My instinct still says this looks good for the final day exactly 1 week after when I believe I was bitten.

On good advise I drew a circle around it to make sure it’s not growing. I can only do this around the large now way less red bullseye that has no fever at all.

Going to bed with triple antibiotic and bandage. Prior to the night before last I left it open at night. It has not been a pusfilled mess as I have seen plenty of around here. This whole time I feel like it’s looked expected or better.

To think that you are gonna get a bite from one of the notoriously scary poisnious devil made spiders with out at least a little scar is ridiculous and I would be a little disappointed to find out there has been no reason to fear them. But no, you absolutely should be at least respectful and diligently attentive to your surrounding if your gonna live in their habitat. And the bite is no joke. Dr most likely could have provided at least proactive treatments and pain medication. Like child birth, the pain is partially intentional to keep you off your feet, rest and let your body do it’s job.

Tomorrow will tell…

To Dr. Or not poison spider bite…

Sometime a little under a week ago I was bitten by a dreaded poison spider. Brown or black doesn’t matter. If you ever wonder if you were bitten by one of these gnarly suckers, it’s like a broken bone, you’ll know.

Starting day one, not knowing if it was a bite or just a wound, I put a thieves soaked cotton ball on it and went about my day. Changing out the cotton ball regularly and leaving it open to dry. At first it seemed fine at the sore but by end of day two lots of swelling down from my knee to my ankle. Not enough to go to the doctor, but enough to get me off my feet. Continuing the thieves regiment and adding intermittent alo plant like a bandage just peeling a layer of skin off the leaf and all swelling in my leg has completely gone with in two days. A large red bullseye formed by the end second day very swollen and warm to the touch. As I continue staying off my feet the poison in the bullseye is pulling up and through the scab that has formed. I’m not gonna lie this looks terrible. If I had no idea why I had the wound, I would be very concerned. Others who see if are also concerned. Actually half are concerned. Some have actually said it looks really good for a spider bite.

I started taking a picture the first day off my feet and now starting day 4 all swelling is gone, red bullseye still present and more puss. Actually looks worse but feels better. I’m trying to remind myself that it has to run its course and the healing often looks worse than the initial wound.

My friend smacked her head so hard she needed like 12 stiches. The day she got them she just looked like a good Halloween costume. 3 days later ,like my leg, she has a black swollen shut eye. Yep healing…

You tell me..ok?

A 38 year old friend of mine convinces her father to buy her a car that she immediately totals with out comphension insurance to now happily selling the car for scrap and pocket 800 bucks.

I’m not sure how this is so fucked up. I expect adults to be adults. She will live off that money for less than a month. Probably won’t last her 2 weeks. She just spends it with no concern only to then lean on all of those who do take care of themselves. Jesus. She owes me 100 of that right now

Summer days in the slabs

To get back into writing about my days, I though I would start with what love about this hellish hot inferno.

Instant hot water at all times. Great for an evening wash. Nothing quite cools you down like a nice hot shower before bed. I miss it in the winter. Only the perfect temp after a 110+ degree day.

Cooking in the sun. Cheesy dips of any kind cam be done in a mason jar with a mirror and a right lid. Not to mention soup out of the cupboard ready to eat.

The solitariness creates a meditative interspection like on a beach where you get to hot go for a dip cool off start over.

Drug indused psychosis, signs

One of the well known rumor/ truth is the ramped drug use in slab City the worst of them “meth” being the most destructive.

I have seen this pattern more than once now and am convinced it is real and spells death for many here.

Often these individuals have a chemical mental imbalance of some kind to start with and are sometimes self medicating. Trying things till one fills the void, rights the ship, feels more normal, feels better than normal even to the point of a shot. Shot in the body with the medication with no doctors order or concern of affects, or those are quickly blinded by the delight of the intense explosion of warmth, calmness, fulfillment,or self worth that calls you back until your view of reality has shifted to a quasi dream state with thoughts of grandeur, importance, out landish tales woven quite tight in the swirling mind of the drug indused physchosis.

The mild ones are easily dismissed with some entertainment by the tales, but some keep going and don’t come back. Their mind is stuck. At a certain point the things they say are so out there. They want you to commiserate their thoughts but sadness overcomes my thoughts knowing it’s hard to come back from there.

Many deaths happen here in the relentless summer months, most from the continual use of the shot method of drug use. It’s so fast, so intense, so right how can it be so wrong. Many become full blown advocates for it.

The damage, death and destruction of some truly beautiful souls has been witnessed here and will continue. My only hope is my friend I once wished ill will for actions I now know we’re based in her own self insecurities and not my power and strength, doesn’t fall all the way down the rabbit hole. She is close. Questioning all aspects of reality and free will, claiming thoughts are being put in her head and others are talking through other people. Seeing signs and communications in the most mundane things. I have seen it before and hope she can grab the life raft.

Tv broadcasts in a desert zone

Working in the cellular broadcast tellecummications industry, I have a little better than average understanding of antennas and signals.

I will admit I’m a gulton for the boob box. The rolling display of media with no actual control other than the off button or a change of the channel. Terrible daytime tv that keeps the quiet at bay in the distance as you get stuff done. You don’t actually watch it, just have it playing.

On the road I have spent hours focusing a directional antenna toward broadcast towers for at best a few PBS stations, comet, charge,courttv and ion. Ion has disappeared since Texas.

In the slab city desert, you are a minimum 40 miles from any American broadcast. Its 4 directions of further distance you have to make choices. Also mountains could play a part.

Courttv, comet, and charge come out of yuma, I think. So does cw,fox,and abc, but not all the time. ABC, fox,NBC,and cw also come out of the Indio direction. But no charge, comet and court.

Recently purchased an old fashioned updated wire style antenna. I’m hoping to get all the channels.

Summer heat all projects take more time…

Surviving slab city summer setting up the long awaited pool

A few posts back I explained the various ways I have stayed cool in the dreaded summer heat. With water the constant, misting and air hydration the goal, a pool … 10 ft round 2 1/2 deep pool is my solution this year.

Started with a couple weeks of building an area to accommodate the pool with shade and dust/ bug block. Only a couple of issues, aside from my own laziness.

Setting up the pool was not difficult. Very basic construction.

The filling of the pool ended up being the one giant hiccup besides dropping the staple gun in it with only 2 inches of water. Enough water not to start over, the pump needed repair after the first 2 inches. A day goes by and I managed to slice a nice inch long slice in the bottom as in slow motion I watched the staple gun jump off the table and into to the pool.

The patches sent with the pool do not work. So far the flexseal seems to be.

Finally get the pump going only to have the next load of water look worse than water out of a murky pond.

It seemed to clear, but each load of water was matched in annoyance till the end.

I stared at my full leakying murky pool as I am reminded by my friend he had 2 inches of sand in his after the first wind storm.

I laughed at the pool vacuum I saw… Second guessing that one now

Recent photography class camp takeover

I see many crews of caravans with cameras. The slabs are littered with photographers ranging in talent from complete amateur beginner to published professional and now with the new influencers on every media platform distinguishing the former is impossible without asking.

“Are you the owner of this camp ?” Asked the leader of a caravan crew I had noticed in front of East Jesus. They did look quite professional with models,fancy big lights, filters and of course cameras. Difference from the usual big production there were way to many individuals with cameras all focusing on the same thing.

My answer, yes!

After a short conversation starting with, we can pay if…

Turns out it’s a photography class learning to take portraits. The only professional was the teacher and the closest to an influencer would have been maybe one of the two models, but really no one was here to take advantage of anything more than a personal photo, albeit may be a graded photograph.

All the students profusely showed their appreciation with thank you’s. Many gave donations amd bought art, so I was a little shocked to find out both East Jesus and salvation mountain turned them away with argumentative responses about formal requests for professional groups. I chuckled as the teacher again thanked me for allowing them an art explosion of a camp for the models to pose and cupped my hand with a nice final donation.

I am very excited to see some of these photos. And can’t wait to have more groups like this.

Tweeker enlightenment after smoking weed.

An odd symptom I have noticed with the more hardcore denying the addiction tweaker meth heads is if you smoke weed with them they tell you some serious off the wall shit

Tonight it was about the slabs and the 33 latitude and time. Yep we can see the future here or better yet move through time.. What? Exactly.

Came back to this 33 concept over and over then suggested it was different this time because I brought it up.

Thanks to my witty Alzheimer grandmother, I learned to keep a conversation going with nods, and well placed “right on” ” interesting” “wow, you don’t say”

And the gig is up.

Upgrade power! Solar sun works

I am not here to try to recreate an electric equivalent to the power company, continuing my quasi minimalistic lifestyle I only want to generate and use what’s,needed from an energy level.

With 700 watts I now have 4 27dc batteries hooked up in parralel. First day with full charge, curious to see what I can run all nite long.

LSD dosed water bottle

Every so once in a while the guests of the slabs bring drugs to share psychedelics of the most common besides weed and beer.

Today was one of those days. Being accommodating he asked to put it some water or something for me.  Uh sure I have this bottle of water. My camp is littered with water bottles this time a year. Thinking he would do the whole bottle, possibly not knowing better. He advises I drink down to just some left in the bottom. Couple good swigs left.

He politely and delicately doses the bottle 2 specific drops on my advise. I rarely do more than two tabs.

The couple leaves I walk back to my shady cool spot, set the bottle on the table to realize I have about a half dozen equally empty water bottles on the table… … … Immediately I can not remember which one is the dosed bottle.. Well that will be a fun day.

Film crew camp takeover

Funny how things start to happen. A few weeks ago I was asked by a film crew if I had interest in my camp as a location.

Sure. Heard this a couple times. The arcHive is even featured in a cute music video I never saw.

And they came back!

This is the first official film crew for a full film. And they have picked the arcHive and the Vintage Bus Boutique as locations. This is exciting. All the hard work creating these immersion spaces with a “if you build it, they will come” attitude getting some play.

3rd desert summer coming up quick

So to be known as an actual slabber, questionable honorability, you have to endure 2 summers. Starting my third I am am official slabber.

Many use a generator or a minimum of 1200 watts solar and batteries for the all faithful air conditioning. May sound insane, silly or down right self loathing to try to endure heat in the high 120s with out AC. But for some reason I continue to find a delight in the challenge of making it work with out.

The love of sun bathing a long lost passion for most of the world was my favorite pastime. Here in the furnace blazing heat the shade can feel like the skin scorching heat of the sun on the highest heat index day in Florida. Literally blistering your skin boiling the sweat underneath. What’s missing here is the water. Water is the key. Misting, pool, canal, pond even a foot soak.

The first year I focused on one large shade area and the misting and a fan. Tried an art project known as the vagina room with a pink vendor tent, air mattress linings, a kid pool and a battery operated sprinkler.

Second year. Got a huge kid pool. Still a mistake. Water filtering and cleanliness were issues with all kid pool solutions.

Sheet tent room with fan and mist sprayer severed the purpose most of last year. With six weeks higher than 125.

This year. Starting with a huge roll of shade cloth. Most tarps walls are now shade cloth. With the battery operated sprayer we are on point for at least the comfort of last year.

But I want it more than comfortable. I want it luscious. May sound impossible, but that’s the delight in the challenge.

Slab stories what do you eat

Probably one of my favorite stupid questions I got to answer again today

So if you come from San Diego or north on the 111 that gives you a little remorse at the question, but I like to answer


Or with my mouth is there a new way?

The slabs actually has multiple free venues available

Food every third Tuesday and Wednesday. Yep one is delivered all the way to the slabs. The other stops in niland .

Also a Food bank by the tracks every Saturday and all the local towns free food pantries.

But I shop mostly at the little market right here in niland. Known Mays,mais .

I’ve lived farther from nourishment many times.

The slabs is not a good desert.