I make a few more stops on my way to pick up Eileen. Noah Purifoy's Desert Art Museum is just a few miles from the Integratron. It's a sprawling complex of assemblage sculptures, slowly deteriorating in the sun and wind.

Sometimes the property feels crowded – a piece that would stand powerfully on its own is easy to miss hidden behind twenty similar monuments. Other pieces demand more context – what are challenging sculptures about black identity and civil rights doing in the middle of the desert, with no one around? Or is that the point?

I really like the immersive pieces, ramshackle corridors and rooms that slowly narrow and trap you inside.