We entered California from a small highway in Nevada and at freeway speed Juliet captured this enormous welcome sign bringing us happily to our new state of residence.
Not long after we were in Death Valley and ready to explore (already 85 degrees at 9am)
For some reason as a kid I was a huge weather geek. I loved watching the weather with Harold Taft on Channel 5 News in Dallas. Death Valley was always the hottest place in the country and I hoped one day to see it and understand.
I expected the heat but had no idea how beautiful and captivating the landscape would be. Looking out over the Inferno like Dante and Schmee was my Virgil.
The bright blues, pink, tan, and every shade of brown dance about this rugged land and inspired one to stay so long as they could take the heat.
What is going on with Schmee’s hair? I love the sparse clouds above teasing the salt flats below that it might one day rain.
The rolling earth here is caused by “I have no idea since it was too hot to patiently read the sign”
After living for a year over a mile high this was some welcomed pressure and O2
I also really like Sand Dunes. When I was a kid I would thumb through the pictures in my grandmother’s bible and there were shots of sand deserts near the Holy Land. They always looked so soft and inviting. This sand dune was 109 degrees by the time we arrived, rattlesnake signs in every corner and Euro douche traipsing about and calling out to one another like henchmen scenes from the first Die Hard movie.
tomorrow – Yosemite National Park