Those of you who have been with me for years may recall how Sinbad and I used to travel all over the country seeking out the weird, odd and unusual.
Among those oddities were a number of “world’s smallest” church or chapels. Everyone tried to lay claim to this fact it seemed. Oddly, one I found quite by accident somewhere (I have since forgotten) in the middle of a wheat field in the upper midwest was about the size of a telephone booth and no one had tried to advertise it as the world’s smallest. At any rate, this chapel isn’t one of those world’s smallest.
I was told that when one of the residents of the small La Paz community lost his daughter to an early death and realizing there was no church nearby built this small chapel in remembrance of his daughter.
Taken from standing in the doorway.
At each corner were cables securing the entire structure to the ground.
I guess the winds can get pretty fierce at here at times.
And...when we leave Quartzsite, Beans and I plan to travel like Sinbad and I did long ago, seeking out odd things along our travels and hopefully bring the blog back up to the high standards it was once known for.