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South of here is the Salton Sea. Well, east of here. It just seems south because the road twists and turns and ends up at Mexico.

Once a resort, the Sea has been left behind by time and increasing pollution. It is also isolated from the rest of the world. In the middle of nowhere.

This photo essay tells the story.

At the Salton Sea, Something Like Nostalgia

It is worth an auto trip. You must get out of the car.

You can see the imprint of the dream in the desert. It is pretty depressing. But then, not. In its own bedraggled way there is a very faded elegance there. An outline of the vain hopes of the developer and everyone who came to be by the sea.

Labels: desert, photography, photos