This was our southernmost traverse of the width of California, about half on I8 and half on backroads like 94. It was pretty barren country, although as we detoured north toward the Salton Sea we did find some weird stuff.
Very tall flagpole
It was windy so the flag wasn’t flying because of the wind loading on the pole. We continued out into the boonies to a place called Salvation Mountain.
At Salvation Mountain
This wouldn’t be my choice for communicating an important message. I thought about going on another couple of miles to “Slab City,” but decided we had experienced enough weirdness.
We also stopped at the marker for the start of the Pacific Crest Trail which is just a few feet from the border with Mexico. We apparently attracted the attention of three Border Patrol vehicles (that I could see). When we stopped to check out a memorial marker for a murdered border patrol agent, one of them came over and chatted with us for a while.
Start of the Pacific Crest Trail and the beginning of a long hike to the Canadian border.
We spent the night in Chula Vista.
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