Almost five and a half years into this life on wheels, it was high time I dropped by the infamous place known as Slab City, so having wrapped up my business in Yuma a couple of days ago, I decided to make the 90 minute drive to this legendary place.
Inhabited by an eclectic mix of artists, snowbirds, hippies, desert rats, hobos, and various other transient types, this more or less unregulated patch of remote land in southeastern California puts the best and worst of squatter's rights on display for all to see.
Want to live here? Just come on over, snag a patch of land, and call it your own for as long as you want. It all sounds well and good, but I remain unsold on the idea.
My photos don't really show it, but trash is a serious problem in Slab City, and depending on the direction of the wind, the smell can get foul at times. I'm left to wonder how the absence of any real property rights contributes to such neglect of the surroundings.
Lots of pretty cool artwork is on display though, and a clear sense of community prevails, so the place is not without its own unique charm.
Worth the trip, but I'm not sure if it's going to be my cup of tea for more than a couple of days.