When we arrived at this strange little anomaly of a landmark, we'd been having a pretty rough go of it for a minute. The perils of van life, if you will. So you can imagine my disdain and also delight when we drove into what felt like outer space. Gorgeous horror, an abandoned beach town left for the artists and vagrants and outcasts (not unlike me) to make their own. Their home. It was a humbling visit. And a beautiful one. Love/hate is a term that comes to mind. And while it was easy to feel sorry for myself at the time, already looking back I will forever think of this unusual place with great fondness. Particularly the moments when Aaron and I would be sitting in the van in the late evening, listening to Iggy Pop, Donovan, The Animals, Talking Heads (you name it), and looking out on the spooky lights of a haunted oasis, dreaming of what's to come, but grateful to be right where we are.
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