Lisa and I camped for two nights in Death Valley after a good visit to mister Sean (Solace) Simpson in Santa Barbara and my good ol' friends in the O.C.
Death Valley is HUGE. Bigger than many states. It takes a lot of driving to see everything. We didn't get to the big sand dunes because a four hour round trip over gravel roads would've asked too much of the Honda Accord we were riding in. The winds whipped up our second day in the valley. We came back to Stovepipe Wells campgrounds and found a tent pole broken and sticking through the rain fly. Luckily, we met Hiro, Emi et. al. as they were leaving and they lent us their old school Coleman tent.
This is what got us to Death Valley. The uncommon rains this year produced fields of wildflowers in the desert valley.
Death Valley has so many landscapes. This is a natural bridge. Here the rocks were sedimentary and carved by floods.
My first visit to a salt flat. Pretty salty to the taste.
Wide-Angle.
The rocks near the gold mine all shimmered and seemed to tell how the miners were a lazy bunch and missed a lot of good ore. Seriously sparkly rocks.
There are a few volcanic craters in the park with soft-feeling igneous rocks covering the ground that seemed to give way under your feet.
Nothing gives way under your feet like fine sand. This was our last stop and it made you feel like you were finally in a desert - a Hollywood desert.