Early Morning Melancholy

The alarm woke me at 3 AM this morning and I proceeded to pack my car in a sad mood. My aunt got out of bed and we spent a little time chatting before I reluctantly hit the road in the dark around 4:30 AM. At least there wasn’t any traffic to deal with! About two hours later I was driving directly into the rising sun, nearly blinding me, and two hours after that I was descending in the western half of Death Valley National Park.

Death Valley National Park

In August 1998, a few months after I graduated from Ohio University, I visited my aunt in Los Angeles. The way I remember it, I wanted to visit Sequoia National Park, but she convinced me that we visit Death Valley instead, which was okay with me because I had recently seen the movie Zabriskie Point and thought it would be cool to see it in person. My aunt recalls the opposite story, insisting that she’d never have suggested visiting Death Valley in August and that I talked her into it. Regardless of how it happened, the memories of that visit (e.g., getting lost in the desert, how hot but dry the area was, and the stars on the drive back) were a primary reason why I wanted to return some day.

The drive through Death Valley felt longer than I thought it would. Maybe I hadn’t paid close enough attention to the distances, but at times it felt like the drives between each point would never end. My route took me north to the west of the actual park. The roads were more along the lines of cobblestone than pavement, the straight stretch from Ballarat to Panamint Springs being memorable because it made me feel so small due to how little the surroundings changed despite how fast I was going. There’s also no cellphone service in the valley and luckily I had my paper road atlas to give me comfort as I made my way past the (amazing) Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes to the visitors center at Furnace Creek.

Zabriskie Point and Badwater Basin

There wasn’t any doubt that I’d have to visit Zabriskie Point again, even though it was a rather long tangent being that my primary destination was to see Badwater Basin this time around. After hiking up to take some panoramas of Zabrisie Point, I returned to Furnace Creek and then headed down to Badwater Basin. It was one of my favorite locations of the trip. As I got closer and closer, the landscape became noticeably alien. The rocks and plants visibly looked beat-down and scarred, and then there were the clouds that looked like spaceships. It was all weird down there. That being said, it wasn’t horribly hot being that it was only mid-May.

Exit South Stage

After shooting a bunch of videos and photographs, I left Badwater Basin for Las Vegas. Today, I looked at the distance from Badwater to Shoshone, California, and it doesn’t surprise me that it’s a nearly 60 mile drive. Again, I must not have fully appreciated the distance, because it felt like I was driving endlessly. When I arrived, I filled-up my gas tank to the tune of something like $5 a gallon (hey, I wasn’t chancing running out of gas in this part of the country) and got directions to Las Vegas.

Las Vegas, Nevada

The trip from Shoshone to Las Vegas was a relatively quick one. After stopping to buy flowers for my uncle’s wife and finding a liquor store, I easily found my uncle’s house. He had a barbecue cooking all day for me and we ate shortly after I arrived. Unfortunately, the day had worn me out and I ended-up turning-in relatively early around 8:30 PM or so.