March 9, 2014 Casey and I will be doing the LA Marathon on behalf of the Painted Turtle non-profit. The Painted Turtle gives children with terminal and life-threatening illnesses a chance to go to summer camp like other children, having medical staff on premises that specialize in the illnesses and diseases of the children attending.
So, if anyone feels generous ($5, even) please donate to this cause and helps us achieve our goal.
And I will be doing the marathon barefooted!
Here’s a cool 1951 Ford at the abandon U-We Wash laundromat in Tecopa Hot Springs, California. It appears that at one time someone attempted to do some body work on this.
In the late 1960s and early 1970s, Tecopa was a hotbed for hippies, artists, nudists, and musicians, who loved the mineral hot springs and the desert scene for inspiration.
The tiny desert town still has a following, but nothing like it used to. Tecopa does have an amazing vegan restaurant called Pastels.
February 1st, 2014 during the Death Valley Marathon.
I finished 16th in my age category, 137th overall. I paced a little over 11 minutes a mile. Not fast by any means, but I did it all barefoot.
Did you know that the oldest non-clonal tree on Earth is a 4,841 year old tree in California? It is a bristlecone pine (like the one pictured) named Methuselah in the Inyo County Forest. Its whereabouts are kept secret because in 1964 some idiot little-dick researcher cut down the (then) oldest bristlecone pine on Earth named Prometheus estimated to be at least 4,900 years old.
The Dublin Gulch caves in Shoshone, California.
These caves were carved some time in the 1920s by local miners, as homes. Some homes are connected within the cave system, split levels, and even have garages and chimneys.
When the area became a hot spot for hippies in the 1960s, these caves became a place for them to squat. The Manson Family even stayed here before they were asked to leave Shoshone by sheriff Don Ward—they allegedly gave his daughter hashish.
This sprang up in an abandon (and newly built) storefront in the mostly-abandon Death Valley Junction. It is a small gallery showcasing the fine art of Peter Lik for the passers-by traveling Highway 127 to or from Death Valley.
It’s really odd seeing these bright lights in what once was an almost completely dark down at night. The night that I shot this it was very windy and was very cold.
Death Valley Junction, California; a town that no longer has gasoline. What they do have is a cafe, a hotel, and an opera house all owned by the only full-time resident, Marta Becket (who also owns the entire town).
This gas station was used as a hotel exterior in the David Lynch movie Lost Highway.
I love this place.