Out in the Palm Desert lies the Salton Sea.
These days, when you approach the shoreline, what appears to be a white sandy beach, is actually the bones of millions (billions?) of dead fish accumulated over the years.
With the nearest market some 40 odd miles away, it’s important they have a few watering holes in stumbling distance to stay lubricated.
First stop: The Ski Inn
The last time I passed through Bombay Beach I couldn’t get my friends to stop for a drink here even though I was scratching at the window like a dog scenting a bitch in heat. Thankfully this time we did and it was a great pleasure.
Now, where I’m from, the VFW is a member’s only club requiring at least one tour of duty in a jungle or desert and a handful of bullets pumped into a people that you still need to hate well after the fact. You also need to wear one of those hats with a giant patch on it. I’m speculating that this is also to get discounts at the local Golden Coral but there isn’t one of those around here for miles.
Before leaving, the bartender hands us a couple of mini Ski Inn calendars for the fridge. This place is fucking great! Word is they also have a stellar patty melt but I was saving the indigestion for later in the day.
If there weren’t a few loud day-drunks (one with an eye patch) out on the porch (yes, it’s a porch here and not a patio), I could have sat there all day and listened to the wind kick sand around. Please also note the great t-shirt they have up on the wall (see below).
Bombay Beach is well worth a visit should you ever find yourself anywhere near the Salton Sea.