Slab City – end of the line for the down and out, snowbird haven, RVer right of passage, trash heap, an alternate way of life, eclectic arts and living, the last free place in America. Whatever. Maybe it’s all of that, maybe not.
Whatever Slab City is, it pulled me in. I’d planned to spend less than two weeks and wound up staying a month. Of course I was staying with a great group of people at the Slab LoWs encampment (LonersOnWheels.com, Slab Lows on Facebook). Whether it’s morning coffee by the campfire, afternoon happy hour or something in between, every day turned out to be a treat. Jenna, Seann, Shane, George and all the rest, I miss you already.
Maybe you’ve heard of Slab City through the movie Into the Wild, and thought they’re making it seem more weird, more cool, more whatever. Nope. If anything it’s the other way around.
A three story high hill painted over two decades by the late Leonard Knight to express his love of God.
The Range is the world famous open air nightclub with a great show every week created by the one and only Builder Bill, but it’s not the only show in town – don’t miss Radio Mike’s, the VIP Lounge and the Oasis.
No religious connotation, just colloquial for “middle of nowhere.” East Jesus is an art collective with pieces created from discarded items and trash.
Time to Go
There’s a time for everything and for the Slabs, summer is not that time. I’m heading to Sedona where I’ll find a red rock just waiting for someone to sit and meditate on it…
…and the slabs? I’ll be back.