CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
June 7, 2006 | By Eric Bailey, Times Staff Writer
Twenty miles from town, in a brutally lovely land where the road and sky collide, a ragamuffin tribe of college-age kids is hard at work in the middle of nowhere. They're healing the desert. Dan Prell whacks the sun-scorched earth with a sodbuster pick, his dreadlocks shimmying under a blue bandanna. He grins habitually, happy to miss another cold winter in his native Neenah, Wis. "It's a blast," the 21-year-old said between swings, no trace of irony hedging his words.