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Trifle  Tower  An  unsung  hero  of  the  environmental  movement,
        Leland  “Buster”  Brockle  moved  to  California  from  his  native
        Tasmania in 1951. There he had been a dishwasher in a Hobart fish
        and chips eatery. His emigration was prompted by an inheritance: a
        failing  rolling  pin  repair  shop  at  10861  Debacle  Road  in  Gezund
        Heights. He was in his late sixties, living on welfare, when he became
        obsessed  with  the  plastic  flatware  served  in  fast  food  restaurants.
        Pushing a shopping cart through alleys in the evening, he collected
        hundreds of thousands of knives, forks and spoons from trash bins.
        He demolished the ramshackle structure on the property and lived in
        a small trailer parked in back. And in the mornings and afternoons,
        aided  only  by  glue  and  instinct,  Brockle  constructed  the  fantastic
        spire  now  visible  from  as  far  away  as  Gecko  Park.  It  may  be
        examined up close until the entire block is razed for the new Museum
        of Outsider Art.

        Devil Tree Hot Spring A small rusting toxic hazard sign, easy to
        miss  at  65  miles  per  hour,  indicates  the  junction  of  Highway  47
        alternate and a formerly private road leading off toward the foothills
        of the Calamites. At the end of this crumbling strip of ancient asphalt
        is  a  restricted  area  narrowly  avoiding  qualification  as  an  EPA
        Superfund  site.  A  natural  hot  spring  there  was  known  to  the
        indigenous  population  long  before  the  Spaniards  colonized  Las
        Californias.  Following  the  admission  of  the  state  to  the  Union,  a
        small  hotel  was  built  to  serve  the  guests  coming  from  nearby
        Placidena.  Although  most  of  the  original  residential  building  and
        adjacent bathhouses can barely be made out through the barbed wire
        fence, they stand as a testament to the folly of later generations. In
        the Great Badmouth Earthquake of 1948 a pipeline ruptured, sending
        hundreds of thousands of barrels of heavy crude oil into the path of
        the  geothermal  source  of  the  hot  spring.  The  ensuing  geyser  of
        boiling  oil  and  steam  closed  the  establishment  permanently.
        Casualties  included  the  mayor  of  Badmouth  and  members  of  a
        theatrical troupe.


                       Paths are beaten for a reason,
                       Just as tourists have a season;
                       Ignore them both and look askance:
                       Before you lies a vast expanse.
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