You know how it was. There was not much there: the I-10, Banning, Desert, Mountains. It all blends together by the time you get here. A couple of dinosaur structures jutted upward. You could stop for gas and get a coke. And a story. And wind. Sometimes hot, sometimes cold. I have not been there since 2003. This picture was taken in 1993.
People stopped for a million reasons for the 10 takes you in and out of LA. A multitude of diversity and a few bucks for the Morongo Indian Reservations lies in wait down the road.
I kissed a guy here once. Maybe he was my boyfriend. He thought so. The desert does that to the heart.
Tell me your story of your stop at Cabazon.