Bubble has made a Waterworld of his own in the Toxic Valley. A red boat sits beside a rough waterfront structure, with tire fenders, rigging and patched metal all close at hand. Rain suits the place, though I would rather look at it from under a sound roof.

The building rises over wooden decks and narrow walkways, with salvaged boards and metal worked into the same framework. Inside, the stairs pass furnished corners rather than empty floors. A Summer Camp sign and hanging lamps are reminders that Bubble can find a little humor in a rough setting.

His fondness for unusual construction fits a place like this. Instead of dressing the scrap up to look new, he has let the wear show and built around it. I have seen plenty of things thrown away that still had good use left in them, and this camp gives that notion a fair showing.