1993 | Salton Bay Yacht Club
When calm, the Salton Sea looks almost hard, truly glassy. Twice as salty as the oceans, its dense waters lie flat. This heavy water brings erosion and corrosion along the human shoreline that was boldly selected from a constantly ranging water level. All around the sea is evidence of short-term planning, played out over an accelerated longer term.
As I entered high school in 1961, forms were being staked and concrete poured for this pool deck at the Salton Bay Yacht Club. It was about to be abandoned to rising sea levels as I left grad school, and before the middle of my career, it was just another piece in the geometric puzzle of the seaside ghost town.
Now it’s high and dry.