Like the idiots we can be, we opted for the scenic path home. What the heck we were already in Riverside, and that’s only about five hours from home, so let’s drive along the Salton Sea as we’ve always wanted to. The migrating white pelicans overhead were more interesting than the sulfurous, stinking waters of the lake; plus, it takes an effort to get to the lakeshore, and though we had time to spare, we didn’t want to get home after midnight.

Stopped at the Yuma Territorial Prison hoping for some solitary confinement, but as it turns out, they don’t house voluntary prisoners anymore, so we’ll have to entertain ourselves by just walking around.

Well, we were also able to book Caroline for some petty charges I made up to get this flattering photo of happy prisoner #3074. This is how mug shots were done back in the day – with a mirror to give you front and side view in one exposure.