I’m not sure how I managed to lose a wash.

[note: A wash for you not living in the southwest, and luxuriating in the 80 F (27 C) temperatures these days, is a dry river bed. Why it’s called a wash is beyond my limited purview. I suspect it’s because people used to just stand in them and hope for a flash flood so they could finally get a good cleaning.]

Yesterday I went out and drove around trying to find a wash with a bunch of abandoned cars in them that I was in a few years ago while I was gathering sand for a zen rock garden that I had in my living room.

I thought I knew where it was but it was gone when I got there. My goal was to find it and then use the location to shoot some movie like thing there.

But it’s gone, I can’t find it on the satellite photos available online and I’m not in the mood to drive up and down a dirt road for 40 miles with the forlorn hope that I might stumble across what should still be there.

It was so cool too. A dozen abandoned cars, decaying, filled with sand from countless floods, old cars, new cars, buried in a wash in the middle of farmland.

But it’s gone and I lost a landmark.

Anyone out there seen a wash meeting that description, please call. Life just isn’t the same without it!