Jon and I hadn’t realized we’d experienced Cima until after we’d already taken photos of the desert-worn ruins, train cars and shrine — and continued on down the desolate road, finding a whole lot of nothing in our path. That’s how small and unassuming this southern California ghost town really is.
We were there for a few hours in the early afternoon of Friday the 13th, March of 2015. Infrequent cars and motorcycles whizzed by on their way to somewhere else, while passing trains and a friendly kangaroo rat supplied the bulk of the activity. Other than that — despite the presence of a nearby compound surrounded by barbed wire fencing and large pipes — we failed to spy a single soul (shotgun wielding or otherwise).
After our adventures in Cima, the Shenanigods led us to Kelso, CA. I hope to have those photos posted within the next week, so please check back when you can. Thanks, and enjoy!
Collapsed ruins and enough lens flare to make J.J. Abrams blush.
Melt-i media.
Tetanus fest.
Someone was hot in bed.
Hole-y shit!
The shrine bears no identifying markers.
If you Google “Cima California shrine” you can view the different offerings placed here over the years.
Cima, California shrine offerings.
Bunny, bottle, dental floss.
A wind chime hangs from the massive Joshua Tree.
Choo choo!
Piles of wire at “the compound”.
Roaches and mattress springs will outlive us all.
An old trailer! Can we see inside?…
Noted…
An unlocked door, then rat poop a-go-go!
Trailer trash.
Now that’s what I call bad aim.
Ding dongs.
Details.
The end?…
