Traffic Jam (2008)
Death Valley National Park, CA

One might be included to conclude that after traveling twenty-seven miles on a tire-piercing dirt road you would end up in the middle of nowhere. Well, I suppose you could find places that were more remote but for most of us, the Racetrack Playa in Death Valley would definitely qualify. And yet, traffic jams appear to have no aversion to remoteness.

Even at the amazing Racetrack, where rocks miraculously glide about leaving tracks behind them in the mud, there is still traffic congestion.  Of course, if you carefully trace the path of the rock farthest to the right you will come to the same conclusion I arrived at - it was a male driver who had lost his way and would not stop under any circumstances to ask for directions.  Oh the other hand, not to be accused of gender bias, the rock near the center was a female driver that knew exactly where she was going and just barged through.

You deserve to know that people are stealing the rocks.  They are driving off with scores of them for whatever selfish, self-centered reasons they have.  Processes that have been in the making for thousands of years are eradicated in moments by despicable, greedy individuals that clearly have no moral compass or rudder.  What the majority of us treasure, stand in awe of and perhaps even find sacred are plundered by goons and hooligans.  It's an outrage.