Walking Around Salton Sea: Day 0

The time had finally come.  Back in April of 2014, it seemed like it was forever-away, but now the countdown had actually begun. After more than 1 year of planning, mapping, and scouting every inch of the shoreline of Salton Sea it was now “go time”. Oh my God. What have I gotten myself into?

On a cold and rainy day in May of 2015 I unloaded everything from my Jeep I would need to live at Salton Sea for the next several weeks into my North Shore apartment. Just the bare necessities. Two changes of clothes, blow-up bed, 1 chair, AM radio, canned food, snacks, my backpack, walking stick and 6 changes of walking shorts, socks and shirts.  For 4-6 days a week for the next 4 weeks I would be doing nothing but walking at Salton Sea and in the surrounding desert, getting acclimated to the heat and humidity, leaving my wife, son, and dog at my home in Rancho Cucamonga to fend for themselves.

Swimming pool at Salton Sea

The pool at my North Shore apartment

The first week at my North Shore apartment was highlighted by the ‘bad’ weather.  Rain and temperatures that never reached any higher than 85°F made it pointless for acclimating to heat or humidity as I had planned. I began to worry if I would be ready for the heat, assuming it ever came by June 9 when I would be starting my walk.  Then another worry began to creep into my consciousness, something I had not even considered during the past 11 months: What if it rains during my walk?

For the last year I prepared for desert weather and temperatures of 100°F to 120°F. Never once did I consider rain.  As I laid on my Aerobed, loaned to me by supporters, I started to fear the worst-case scenario.  If it rained, even a little just before, or during my walk, the rivers and canals that flow into Salton Sea would be swollen making them more difficult to cross or even dangerous.  But worse than swollen or swiftly running rivers would be my ultimate fear.  The fear that was burned deep into my brain by my father at the age of 12.  The fear of the one thing that could most likely bring my walk to a halt, or potentially even kill me.  Not the heat. Not the humidity.. The mud.

Checking the weather reports on my phone almost obsessively, my fear finally began to subside as warmer, hotter, dryer weather was soon in the forecast.  As the temperatures creeped up day by day, I completed the final last-minute scouting missions necessary before I started my walk.  The shoreline of Salton Sea is changing fast.  The water had receded many feet during the previous year. In some areas, many yards. Sadly, dozens of yards in some places. Areas such as marinas or swamps that I had to walk around during scouting missions previously, I could now walk straight across on dry land. Adjusting for these now-dry areas I was able to cut several miles from my route.

Red algae growing in a marina at Salton Sea

Land-locked marina with a red algae bloom

Another last minute route-change was the decision to walk through the two largest rivers, The Alamo and New River, instead of walking around them to the nearest bridge. With the quick purchase of waders to keep my feet dry, and last minute test-walks through both of these rivers, I could now confidently scratch another few miles off the route.  My original plan of 116 miles was now cut down to only 102 miles, although at the cost of having to wade through what is still one of the most polluted rivers in the United States – the New River.  Although not nearly as polluted as it was 20 years ago, and no longer carrying raw-sewage from Mexicali, the New River still carries dangerously high amounts of agricultural run-off and other chemical pollution.  I would close my mouth tightly and walk through it as quickly as I could, hoping that my waders kept me clean, dry, and safe.

Randy Brown walking across the New River

Test walk through The New River

As the days went by, getting closer and closer to the start of my walk, I vacillated between thinking “it will be no big deal” and “oh my God, can I do this?”  I was in too deep. I could not quit now, I had to stay positive. To keep my mind occupied I walked.  I walked from North Shore to Niland Marina. I walked north. I walked south. I walked across the desert near Dos Palmas. I walked to the bat-caves. I walked wherever I could. 10 miles at least, 20 miles at most, every day. I wasn’t going to get in any better physical shape, but I had to keep myself, and my mind, occupied.

Most mornings I woke up early. Much earlier than I planned. The anxiety and worry combined with the non-stop train horns just a few hundred yards away from the apartment made for some restless nights.  I planned sunrise-photo trips to kill time, and after walking all day, cooled off in the swimming pool at the apartment.

Picture of sunrise at Niland Marina, Salton Sea

Sunrise at Niland Marina

Randy Brown swimming in the pool at Salton Sea

Cooling off at the pool

Day by day the temperatures got warmer. I went over my plan, which plotted my position almost hour-by hour for the entire 6 day walk, with a fine tooth-comb.  Eventually, there was nothing left to be done.  The plan was finalized. My gear was ready. I was ready. One day to go. This was finally happening.

My last day at the apartment was not easy. My mind raced, full of worry, anxiety, joy, fear, uncertainty, overconfidence, and remorse. Now what? I had dedicated over a year of my life to this. It was all about to happen. Then what? The last few months of planning and training had gone from feeling like a fun-filled adventure to more like the drudgery of a job – and now that job was coming to an end. I hadn’t even started my walk and I was already worrying about “then what?”.  I took one last walk to the start/finish line at the North Shore Yacht Club only a few hundred yards from my apartment, camera and tripod in hand, and took one final “pre-walk” photo of myself.  This, success or fail, is where it was going to happen.

Photo of Randy Brown at the start/finish line of his walk around Salton Sea

At the start/finish line

I packed up my necessities. My Camel-bak, walking stick, two changes of clothes, and 6 days worth of walking shorts, socks, shirts, and my walking shoes. The support team, camera crew and motor home arrived at the Salton Sea State Beach about a mile away and it was time to move in to the motor home.

Randy Brown, Blake Alexander, and Corbin Schweitzer before the walk around Salton Sea

Randy Brown, Producer Blake Alexander, and Director Corbin Schweitzer the night before the walk

This was it. At 6AM the next morning, the biggest adventure of my life would begin. Tonight, there would be no rest, only waves of worry interrupted with flashes of excitement.


  1. Hello Randy and all the crew/helpers who made this walk possible. Thank you so much it was for all of us so exciting to see you start and finish. It takes time and devotion to be dedicated like you. I love what you did for our Sea. It is more then bringing awareness it is love for our planet, love for the wildlife/birds and caring for those who can not speak for them self’s. Thank you for all the LOVE, DEVOTION and TIME you have shown at the walk around the Sea. It is radiating out to all humans and animals/birds alike. ……..LOVE AND PEACE

  2. Would love to do the same have lived at bombay for the past 2 years at 4th & d would love to accompany you on the next trip been wanting to do the same for years enjoyed the video why no fishing rod perfect months for it ? You seem like a hell of a guy be safe…

  3. Hi how cold is the salten sea

    • air temps at Salton Sea can get down near freezing sometimes in winter, but it’s usually fairly mild. The water is warm year-round. (off the top of my head) winter water temps are around 68°F – 70°F and in the summer months the water can get into the high 80’s or more.

  4. Hey Randy I saw your film and you have definitely inspired me even more about learning everything I can about this area. I actually went to the old mud pots today and was trying to find a good way to get to the new ones. Any pointers would be great. I want to learn all the information I can about the Salton Sea. And definitely more about the mud pots.

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