I had read about the Salton Sea many times in years past. The photos made it seem unreal and amazing. I think National Geographic, or something similar, posted an article about it right before one of our road trips. I was so stoked! Salty decaying stuff!!!
What I expected was this:
What we got was this:It smelled like Death’s Urinal. Oh, did I mention there was a glory hole in the back of that shack? Yea. I had to run out of there before I un-ate from the stench, but Sara ventured in further for photo opportunities. Her stomach must be made of steel.
There were actually people fishing in the water.
I don’t know how I feel about that.
Not sure why this area even HAS a Visitor’s Center, actually.
I am definitely bummed that I blew this site, but, we laughed our asses off (though my ass, apparently, ran after me and jumped back on) and had a blast anyway. Awe, look at us.. turning dirty-bird-shit-death-smell-shack-with-no-salty-decay into lemonade!
on our way out!!!
I’m outta here ****POOF****** just like that