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| The Integratron |
I used to view the desert as the kind of place where you don’t stray far from the swimming pool. I should know better. One of my favorite childhood memories is camping in Death Valley in 132 degree heat, where the only swimming pool within 50 miles was 95 degrees and standing-room only.
The desert is anything but a barren landscape. It’s a blank canvas that has inspired rocks musicians, UFO hunters, and artists alike... Oh, and little old me. So far, my work of art includes a time machine, a secret waterfall, and some painted mountains. All set before the bluest sky you can imagine. Now let me paint you a better picture, starting with the time machine.
