this is the entrance to the ghost town/concentration camp, taken through the fence actually, if i remember correctly, because we weren't sure if we could get in at first.
here we're inside the theater, obviously, not used during the era in which this place was a concentration camp, but it was really neat. it's a shame the picture's bad and the scan's worse. ah well. there was some neat art on the walls, which you kind of see.
here's eliot reading one of the panels with the history of the place that were up all around the theater. here we're in the balcony. i was trying to make this an artsy picture, but i'm not too sure it worked out. alas.
i really like this picture; i think it kind of sums up the whole place, what with the crumbling buildings, the dead tree, and the dusty grey color everything is.
this is kind of silly thrown in with the rest of these pictures of a really somber place, but nonetheless, here's wayne and his pimp mobile. that day, when we were driving to san pedro, all the girls rode in his van. if you look closely, you can see we wrote in the dust on the window.