I am grateful for a different perspective.
This is the Salton Sea. We drove around it on our way home from Joshua Tree last week. And by “on our way home”, I mean when we came out on the other side, we were right back where we started that morning. But we were so much wiser because…we had seen things.
The Salton Sea is the result of a poorly constructed farming irrigation canal busting when the Colorado River flooded in the early 1900’s. It started as just a giant sink hole, but when it filled with rain water, folks thought, “Well, this isn’t so bad. Let’s build some bungalows around it and open it up for water sports so people like Sonny Bono can pop over from Palm Springs on the weekends and water ski.” Oh, Sonny. If only he had stuck to water skiing….
And it went on like that for awhile. Until the early 90’s when it started to evaporate at an alarming rate. And since it’s a terminal lake with no outflow and the only inflow coming in from the nearby farms (with all their skull-and-crossbones fertilizers and pesticides), the fish started dying. The mud became toxic and the only sea creature able to survive it was the hardy tilapia (consider that the next time you order fish tacos). While Neal was trying to convince me that you can, in fact, swim in the Salton Sea, I was busy convincing Blue that it was a toxic wasteland of sludge that would make his penis turn purple and fall off. And with good reason. I only use soap and detergents that rate as “1” on the Environmental Working Group’s app. Why on earth would I then let my only child go swim in a glorified puddle of Round Up?
The concern is that climate change is going to cause the “sea” to continue shrinking, which will expose the mud, which will dry to dust and then whip across the state every time a Santa Ana wind makes up its mind to blow. According to an Atlantic Monthly article I read recently, the residents of Imperial County, where the Salton Sea is located, already has the highest percentage of respiratory illnesses and hospital stays. It doesn’t help that it’s also one of the poorest counties in the state.
But in the midst of…this…
artists are still arriving in droves to create dynamic installations that shift with the weather and the seasons. As one local codger (on a 4-wheeler with the Confederate flag waving from a pole on the bumper) casually mentioned to Mom when she asked about the “art”, “If they can’t eat it or screw it, they set it on fire.”
So a lonely swing set sunk into toxic mud, surrounded by water that has killed everything but Walmart fish, does make a statement…