Last summer,All Things Considered andAtlas Obscura took a road trip up the West Coast. Along the way, they met Bob Carr, the creator of Bob's Crystal Cave near Joshua Tree, Calif., where he welcomed visitors for 15 years.
Bob died earlier this month at age 80. He is survived by his wife Elizabeth and daughter Zena. Bob "died as he lived — on his own terms and with dignity and grace," Elizabeth says.
Dylan Thuras ofAtlas Obscurafirst met Bob on a family road trip and has this remembrance.
When I took my then-3-year-old son Finn to see Bob's Crystal Cave, at first it just sounded like a cool diversion.
Built from chicken wire and 1,100 cans of spray foam, the cave is just big enough so that my son and I could squeeze in and sit on the small bench and stare at the universe of miniature trees, tiny waterfalls and geological formations created out of crystals.
The cave is warm, and humid, and my son Finn was mesmerized. For Bob Carr, that was the point. To give every visitor that childlike experience of wonder.
"I've been working for over 50 years to recover my childhood naivete and innocence, and I hope when the creator calls me I go 'goo goo ga ga,'" Bob said.
With his flowing white beard and craggy face, Bob looked the part of a desert mystic. And he spoke like one, too.
"You have it all by giving it all away," he said.
In riddles, mixed with laughter.
"There's nothing out there. It's all you. The whole universe. The etherium. It's already in you. You're looking out there."
Bob could be cryptic, especially when talking about the Crystal Cave. When I asked him why he built it, all Bob would ever say was: "Just plain old unexacerbated joy."
And what does unexacerbated joy look like?
"What do you mean what does it look like? You're looking at it," Bob said.
Despite his radiating happiness, Bob had lived a hard life. He told me he grew up as one of seven kids, to poor parents who fled the Dust Bowl.
"There was never a book in the house. There's no kind of library, you know," Bob said. "We didn't have a shower or a bathtub. Poverty sucks."
So, he dedicated his life to finding happiness and sharing it with others.
"I needed to express the uncontainable joy I built up over so many years," he said. "That's surrender. When I look at you, I can see you. Therefore, I am stunned by the beauty of joy of every single human I meet."
It may seem strange to suggest that the key to happiness can be found in a spray foam cave, in the middle of the California desert. But Bob taught me that every one of us is capable of making beautiful experiences for each other. Even out of chicken wire and spray foam.
Matt Ozug and Connor Donevan produced and edited this story for broadcast.
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