Why is it when life imitates art, it invariably leaves all the cool shit behind that made it art in the first place? I am talking about an honest-to-god Footloose scenario in a small community in the middle of the desert that mercilessly cuts out Kevin Bacon anger-dancing over the nearest sand dune and replaces   Read More …

It’s finally come down to the last thirty days of our fundraising campaign on Indygogo, so we created a new video to update everyone on what we’re trying to accomplish here, what the money is for, and a reminder of the benefits people will be receiving when they donate. All of this is accompanied by   Read More …

What?  It’s Wednesday, already?  But the weekend just ended, how am I supposed to get ready for another one in just two days?  I’m sore and tired and just a bit lazy and really prefer to just lounge in the hammock and watch the hummingbirds.      The weekend started late for us as our guests   Read More …

Last week we said goodbye to Sarah, a WWOOF’er from Sheffield, England, who found out about us on the internet, went to our site, saw what we were up to, and, somehow, said, “Yes. That. I want to do that.” She sent this to us the other day from L.A. Take care, Sarah. We’ll see   Read More …

Another weekend, another Monday taking stock of the aftermath.  Thanks to Bobby V. and Karen for the Rancho Cucamonga shower curtain and for the concrete, should add a couple more feet to the wall when the wind stops.  Thanks to our other weekend guests for their contributions and for the first ever double ear piercing   Read More …

Time moves differently in the desert. Moments burst into life and last as long as the laughter holds out. Days go by in the blink of an eye or slow to a crawl and you have to be reminded of what month it is, what day.  Weeks seem to be highlighted by one or two   Read More …