My Salton Sea trip continued just a few streets away from the abandoned trailers as I went rummaging through someones imploded house. The house was right up on the shore. A potentially beautiful abode in the heydays, the house is now decimated. Walking through the fire, salt and time damaged house is straight up zombie movie. The air is quiet. The place feels like the apocalypse, and with every step you anticipate disturbing some kind of evil. As destroyed as the place was there are still loads of “normal” items that really drive home the fact that this was once a thriving, livable locale. Flyswatters, shoes, plates in cupboards, its all evidence that someone lived there. Somebody slept there and somebody once called it home. And of course later somebody also made a decision to cut their losses and just up and leave and let the sea have it.
