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PHOTOS + WRITING | AIDAN T. E. GALASSETTI
Airplane boneyards are not easy to come by. They don't show up on maps, are actively guarded, and are subject to 24 hour surveillance. We spotted the tail of a 747 behind a hill in the distance and took the next right into what looked like an endless field of dirt mounds. After wiggling our way through a series of narrow roads and parking lots we hopped out of Spencers 4x4 and took to foot. We traversed a dirt field only to be stymied by a razor topped fence 20 meters away from a permanently sleeping aircraft waiting for its organs to be taken and repurposed. En route to this unfulfilling moment we paused by a handful of notable inland empire monuments - The bottle tree forrest, 'free mason' abandoned neighborhood, and handful of trains still on their tracks. About half way through this mission Neema realized he was shooting duds. Understandably he let out a primal scream and we collectively took a mental lap to reset and recuperate. As many misadventures commonly culminate we beelined for In n out to fuel up for the trip home.