The drive from Reno to Death Valley should of been non-eventful had it not been for the horrendous winds in lower Nevada. First we had a awning that started to unravel at 60 MPH. After a stop for some "duck-tape" repair we resumed our travels and while keeping an eye on the problem awning all of a sudden another part flew off the the roof. Turns out one of the air conditioning covers was torn loose by the 45 mph headwinds while driving 60 mph.
After driving 400 miles the last two days I was a little tired. Donna couldn't drive a 45,000 lbs motorhome but our faithful Benji jumped at the chance to show us how good of a driver he was. Mile after mile all he kept saying was "shit, a monkey could do this"!
We can't go to Death Valley without stopping for an ice cream at Amargosa Junction Cafe. Marta Becket first stopped here in 1967 because of flat tire and with offer to perform at the opera house, and never left. Marta quit performing this year at the age of 87, I hear she was quite a show...sorry I missed it.
If you want to stop at a "point of view" in Death Valley to see the surreal landscape and see four buses in the parking lot....move on to the next one, move on!
This is why! (anyone have a camera?)
A campground that is only 1/6th filled is not necessarily a bad thing in my book.
This is an original chassis of the one of the 20 Mule Team cargo carriers.
I have a fondness for the "lowly" coyote and went out many nights with my floodlight just to see the eye's looking back at me, 5 sets were most at one time.
Don't ask, I just like this sign.
Sunset in Death Valley.
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