So after we saw the little volcanoes and the abandoned hotel, smelled the Salton Sea, climbed up Salvation mountain, and drove through Slab city and the tiny, ancient town of Calipatria, which boasts ownership of "the world's tallest flagpole," we stopped for gas in another small, stuck-in-time town, named Brawley, and saw this:
Well, high-ho silver!
Frank became understandably preoccupied with it and took these inspired shots. I love this one, especially. The horse has been returned to his first love: the wilderness!
What a storefront. About 100% too freaking patriotic for my taste, but I like what they did with their awning, yes, indeed I do.
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