NATALIJA UGRINA

Walking through the heart of Calico Ghost Town. I’ve driven between Los Angeles and Las Vegas  more times than I can count. It’s one of those drives you eventually do on autopilot—desert stretching endlessly on both sides, the same gas stations, the same long straight roads. And every single time, I passed the same brown sign pointing toward Calico Ghost Town . “Next time,” I always told myself. But next time somehow never came. Until it finally did. Pulling off the highway a