Best Viewed Large!!!
This is it right here, this is why I rode in Drew's car for four hours. A car without a radio, people. Next to Jena, THE WHOLE TIME. I endured all that, just so I could see something like this.
I assumed the smell, the horrific, hobo power of 42 smell, was the dead fish. It wasn't until I went home and did a spot of research that I discovered that the smell, the smell of rotting flesh covered in roasted guts, is actually enormous amounts of algae. Algae, folks.
What I still can't quite figure out is, if there's all these dead fish, if the algae and pollution and salt content of the sea are strong enough to kill this many fish, how come there are still living fish
IN the Salton Sea!?!?
Oh, and this was not an easy shot. It's not regular beach and then dead fish. No, there's a part of the beach, the part right up against the water, that is dead fish bones and barnacles. Half way onto it, I was sure it was like quicksand, and I was soon to be devoured by this fishy cemetery. Jena was close behind, and I warned her off, hoping that in saving her, she could warn others, that my sacrifice would not be in vain.
Needless to say, wasn't swallowed by the fish bones. But I
am still digging barnacles out of my shoes.
