Thursday, September 16, 2010

Alien Canal

I'm not sure I want to know what this is.

I took this shot next to some sort of mining operation outside of Amboy near (in?) the Mojave desert.

It looks like water, it moves like water, but I'll be damned if I'd even touch it, let alone have a sip. It's just too goddamned clear to be safe.

It looks like a tourist attraction on Venus.


Chemical Scum said...

Looks like it has a lot of sodium in it.

Furst to speculate.

The desert is very alkali.

Ubernerdy Scum said...

National Chloride Company produces and sells liquid calcium chloride in Amboy. It is used to deice roads and as an agricultural soil treatment.

Hills Brothers Chemical is in Amboy as well doing the same thing.

Explains how they do it.

For Uber Geeks and Nerds, like me, here is a free textbook on it:

Bristol Lake (near Amboy) is covered starting on page 345 of the ebook.

You're welcome.

D said...

great find(s) Scum; thanks.

Lavi D. said...

Aaaahhh, I still ain't touchin' the water.

(But yeah, thanks for the research)

Lavi D. said...

D found this, by the way.

Love the story about the volcano...

Inquisitive Scum said...

Why is Lavi visiting these route 66 shitholes?

I was visiting a friend in California around 2001 and fucked up and didn't get gas in Kingman or Needles. Had never been that way and was hoping to make Barstow.

It was around 2 am and as I passed a gas station in Ludlow I realized...I was fucked.

I turned Celia around in the Interstate median and paid over $2 a gallon for the FURST time in my life.

Times change, but California from Needles to Barstow (all inclusive) is still a shithole.

I was once hanging at a REALLY dive bar in Needles...checked out the Needles railroad station, I can't even remember why.

So the bar was super divey, but the chicks were cute.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.