While cutting across Indio the other day I wound up driving through an abandoned citrus grove. There were acres and acres of dead trees in perfect rows with most bearing some kind of fossilized fruit. Of course I had to stop as who could pass this up?

I believe there might have been several “No Trespassing” signs but I was always looking the other way as I walked by so I’m not quite sure. Heading away from the road through the forest of dead trees on a muggy rainy morning might have been sort of tranquil but strange noises surrounded me. As the wind whistled gently through the branches, it sounded as if twigs were snapping in all directions. I found myself constantly looking over my shoulder to see if I was being following but I do believe I was the only human being around.

After awhile, the dense dead grove gave way to a cleared desert landscape with a rainbow in the distance. There was once a semi-grand entrance to the property lined with palms and bougainvillea but today it all looks rather ghostly. I wonder why someone would just leave a citrus grove. Why would someone just turn their back on all these trees?

The unscheduled stop made for an interesting though brief morning pitstop.

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