Desert = Hot, Dry, Sand. We canceled plans to see the Grand Canyon because the weather turned cold and rainy there.
Instead we head to Death Valley National Park and find it’s not hot or dry…
This was our second trip to the park but the first was short and we didn’t explore much.
With RVoyager that changed. Big advantage taking one’s house along.
RVoyager hit a jackpot at this space port
- Pool access
- Hot tub
On the first trip into DVNP we roasted. Not this trip.
We could see the rain falling a couple of miles away. The wind gusted and it cooled. We wore long sleeves.
The drive into the park seemed to go through three different climates:
We know Death Valley offers the enigma of extremes.
From the lowest point in the US to painted mountains and jagged crazy salt formations we raced off to our second exploration.
Scored a quick Passport stamp and sticker right at closing time of the Visitor’s Center, but forgot to grab a paper map, so snapped a map pic. Then we ventured south…
Cold day in hell before you’ll par the Devil’s Golf Course
Not too far along Badwater Road, again a Devil called to us but this time especially to AJ, with the temptation of a refreshing round of golf…
Badwater Basin, lowest point on NA continent
From the highs of our scores on the Devil course to the depths of the basin we went.
Gravelly and dusty hike into Natural Bridge Canyon rewards
It’s not that Death Valley is dead. But signs of life are few and far between. We found a few blooming weeds like dandelion in parking areas, and some possibly invasives seeded by visitors.
We were able to ID one of the two wildflowers we spotted on this hiking trail.
We also loved how this trail ascended so it was downhill return. Caution though: the trail surface is loose and gravelly.
Artists palette paints desert pastel in twilight
Artists Drive played tricks on the eyes as the rarely glimpsed sun set somewhere west with hardly a glow until we were leaving this eerie place.
The palette this time of day in this soft light seemed more like a chalk artists choice.
Back in Nevada, Longstreet’s Casino
“Home” by dark, we grabbed a decent meat and three at the diner. For fun we tossed in a couple fun shots of Jack’s kitsch we took when we checked in.
Little did we know… the next day we would learn more about the gamblin’ hall’s namesake, Jack Longstreet.