We arrived in the neighbouring village of Niland as daylight broke, in search of this creatively inspiring, post apocalyptic masterpiece in the desert. After a few wrong turns we crossed a railroad track & continued down, what looked like an abandoned old dirt road, ladened with pot holes & discarded waste. We seemed to be heading towards nothing, when suddenly we reached a sign which read ‘Welcome to Slab City, The Last Free Place’.
Our early morning arrival into Slab City meant that the residents were all still dormant. This came as somewhat of a relief, as we had heard stories about the number of outlaws, convicts & addicts that were using Slab City as a place to hide away, enabling them to go about their lives without harassment from the authorities. The reputation of Slab City being as close to the ‘Old West’ as you are ever going to find seemed somewhat appropriate, as the tumble weed rolled by in the cold desert breeze.