On my drive back from Nevada to L.A., I decided to finally follow signs for Zzyzx Road. This is where it led. Once a healing place, it was named to be the last word in a dictionary. The soil was like walking on the moon, it sunk several inches and crunched. Composed of chlorite, borax, and other minerals it glistened like sugar coating the earth. Someone else had left tire tracks, which made me think that when we explore, we can alter the landscape if we're not careful... a metaphor for mankind.