Glen Helen, like an oasis, is a destination. It's a spot recognizable as civilized in a very uncivilized desert-like moon-scape. This is its century old meathouse which, I guess, must have been where they stored meat before refrigerators were installed. I imagine that the thatch insulated it to some extent but I shudder to think what the meat might have been like in Glen Helen's oppressive heat.
As far as I was concerned it represented something draw-able in a place that offered few satisfactory subjects for pen and ink.
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