Sunday, April 16, 2017

Interlude - The Grouch family visits a Tin Goose!

Young daughter contacted me shortly after we returned from our southern adventure to tell me that a genuine 1920s Ford Trimotor airliner, know as the Tin Goose would be visiting Camarillo airport and did I want to see it?

Did I?  You bet!!  So Young Son and I traveled to Camarillo to meet Young Daughter and view the Tin Goose in all of her glory.



I was feeling cheap that day and didn't buy tickets for the Grouchs but now I wish I had.  

Once the plane landed a discharged its passengers we were able to walk up to the plane and check it out.  Amazing that this plane is still flying so many years after its production.

I remember seeing a movie made in the 50s about Forest Service smoke jumpers who flew to the fires in a Ford Tin Goose.  What a way to travel!

The Tin Goose on approach


This chap owns a restored M151 MUTT (not a Jeep) and I was able to talk with him about it.  I drove these minus the mounted gun when I was in the Army



Waiting for the next load of passengers






Fueling her up before the next flight.  They are watching a P-51 Mustang fly past at low altitude

Young Daughter checks out the exposed radial engines


Watch your head getting in!







When we were having lunch at Wendy's nearby the airfield, the Tin Goose passed overhead

Mr. and Mrs. Grouch Head South Part III


After finishing our visit to Salvation Mountain, a quick drive a bit further brought us to Slab City.

Slab City started as a USMC artillery training post during WW2.  It was abandoned after the war and gradually the area was claimed by various Snow Birds, anarchists, adventurers, and down-on-their-luck individuals.


There are a few concrete structures remaining from the Marine Corps days such as ammunition igloos, guard posts and the slabs that barracks and other buildings once sat on.   Otherwise everything else is of a temporary nature.

Driving around the area we saw some spots that had upscale motor homes and travel trailers sitting on them, a few even fenced in with new appearing cyclone fencing.  Others were occupied by ancient school buses or thrown together structures of plywood and plastic sheeting.

Some spots had burned out trailers or abandoned trailers surrounded by heaps of old appliances and derelict cars.  What is it about these sort of places that attracts junk collectors?

The whole area had the vibe of 'Bartertown' and I excepted to see Mad Max and Aunty Entity walking along one of the paths between the homesteads.

Bartertown - I mean Slab City is an interesting and colorful place in the bright sunlight.  At night however I'd only want to be afoot with a 12 bore loaded with buck.


Wonder what it was like to pull guard duty in this oven in the middle of the summer?  At the entrance to Slab City


An upscale homestead


Of course, the fork!

A more typical homesite





Ok, this would warn me off from visiting this place!

Is that a catapult? 

This must be a year round resident

Just to add some spice for living here....

Anyone need a shoe tree?



We ended this day's journey at the stinky, shrinking Salton Sea.  The transformation from the middle class oasis of the 50s-early 60s to a stinking stagnant lake with the resulting financial ruin of many persons is so typically California that it needs a whole blog post of its own.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Mr. and Mrs. Grouch head south Part II



Day 2 saw found us joining forces with the other two couples in our expedition and then heading off in the direction of the Salton Sea.  But first, we planned a stop at Salvation Mountain.


Salvation mountain is one of those places that seem to abound in California: magnificent obsession. Whether it is digging a tunnel through solid rock by hand for decades (see Burro Schmidt), building non stop on a mansion to keep ghosts at bay (see Winchester House) or in this instance, covering a hill with cement and paint and making it into a message of peace, love, and the holy bible.

The man who was responsible for this magnificent obsession has moved on to his great reward, but his work remains for anyone to see.

The day we were there it was misting rain and cool but the crowd was large and all in good spirits.

The construction is of cement over straw bales and is already showing signs of weathering and crumbling.  Perhaps 10 to 20 years from now it will all be gone so if you wish to see Salvation Mountain I'd suggest doing it now.



How can anyone argue against the messages portrayed here?

This is a major destination for off road fans

The cement covering was a bit slippery in the rain.  Fortunately no one went down while we were there.






The Missus soaks up the good vibrations of the mountain.

In we go!






The Missus and friends examine the unique construction methods.

The stairway to heaven?



We were feeling the love!



After we finished at Salvation Mountain, our next stop was Slab City.  This place was right out of a Mad Max movie.  

Stay tuned for our foray into Slab City (just don't go there after the sun goes down).

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Mr. and Mrs. Grouch head south Part I

As has become a tradition for Mr. and Mrs. Grouch, we joined some friends for a long weekend trip over the recent President's day weekend.  

Our plan was to travel to Indio which would be our base of operations and then from there venture out to see the sights around Palm Springs.

Because we manage to attract drama wherever we go, our trip coincided with the greatest and heaviest rainfall event experienced by the L.A. basin in almost 20 years.  We had plenty of warning that the rain and tropical storm-like winds were coming but we decided to set out anyway.  Young Son was staying behind to keep an eye on things so we knew that Grouch Estates was in good hands.

We managed to stay ahead of the rain pretty much the whole trip.  

We knew that our friends would not be joining us until later that evening so we decided to head to Yuma AZ, an 'easy' two hour drive past Indio.   It would have been easy except Interstate 8 was under construction which added at least another hour to the trip, if not more.  Fortunately we managed to make it to the old Territorial Prison museum in Yuma right on the Colorado river before it closed.

We could see the clouds rolling in and the wind picking up so we knew that we needed to see what was to be seen and get back on the road for Indio.


the Missus contemplates the guard tower at the museum


the prison gate



The Missus felt I looked natural being sent to prison and all


The Missus waves goodbye before she is taken away


Time for her mug shot!


Imagine being in here in the summer with 110F and 90% humidity.  Talk about cruel and unusual punishment!










Maybe she will be let out early for good behavior


I think I will pass on getting a hair cut, thanks!

The original prison bell





The Colorado river is right over the wall.  Must have been tempting for inmates to see freedom so close.