My friend John’s desert cabin stands on the last parcel of land adjacent to the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, so there were a few strands of barbed wire to show the border where over 585,000 acres of public-access lands began. I remember that the road up the alluvial fan to this sparse ‘neighborhood’ was good, though we had to engage four-wheel drive at the last turn to make the last few deeply sandy feet up to the cabin.
It had indoor plumbing by this time, but the original privy was still standing. As I look at this picture now, I wonder what are the characteristics which distinguish an architectural ‘ruin.’