Back from three days in Death Valley. 5000 square miles of harsh awesome. The tide is about to shift as summer approaches, a time when this place truly broils. Leaving at 5AM and in position by 9AM. Perched on a hilltop waiting.
It’s a long story, but I’m working on a new story, which is the same old story. I go. I look. I attempt to make sense of something in an interesting visual way. Much more on this in coming weeks, months.
Harsh. Exposed. Two days of upper 90’s. Extreme wind. Then a 40-degree drop in temps. I sleep in my truck and wake covered in dust, shivering. Layer up, wrap up, plug holes and wait for dawn. Blue flame of the camp stove. Coffee. And then up into the hills for more.
All I can think about is going back. On a side note. One of the only real ways of truly exploring this park is by motorcycle. For those of you who don’t know, I once had a bike. A Honda Transalp, which I loved. The idea of having a motorcycle has never gone away, and after being out in Death Valley I know I will own one once again. Dual Sport, but smaller, lighter and far more dirt orientated than my old Honda. I know the bike I want. When I finally leave CA for good I will buy it within 24-hours. Or maybe I will get it now?
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The deserts of the southwest, specifically in CA, are some of my favorite places on earth. Glad you are out there exploring. Headed out to the TX deserts this coming weekend. Can’t wait.
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Larry,
Good, keep going. I can’t wait to go back. Just to sit out there is enough.
The deserts of the southwest, specifically in CA, are some of my favorite places on earth. Glad you are out there exploring. Headed out to the TX deserts this coming weekend. Can’t wait.
I was in Death Valey for a few days last week. Amazing place. The textures!
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Hank,
Quicksand Tacoma. Just in case we cross paths. Flash your lights and give me the secret handshake.