I found myself fascinated by this account of a fella who heard a prophecy of apocalypse, and decided to build his own little private enclave in which to survive it.
Frank Van Zant’s vision was sparked when he heard the prophecy of a medicine woman: “In the final days there shall rise up a place called Thunder Mountain.” She also told him that only those who lived at Thunder Mountain would survive the coming apocalypse. Van Zant wasted no time; he changed his name to Chief Rolling Thunder Mountain, moved his family to the desert in Imlay, Nevada, and began to build his monument.
The photos are fascinating; this guy created an awesome and unique work of art from his own madness. I wonder where he stored the gasoline and tinned food?
Story found on BoingBoing.