15 (June 20, 2008) Death Valley
We will leave Vegas by the same way we arrive:
we will take route 160 to Death Valley in order of coming in by the
Southern entrance in Shoshone.
There are a lot of highlights in Death Valley
National Park, but ours, marked at map, are:
Badwater Basin: A salt lake in the lowest latitude point in North
America. It is one of the hottest spots in the globe and temperature
can easily be over 50º in summer.
2- Zabriskie Point: One of the main lookouts in Death Valley,
amongst with Dante’s Peak.
Furnace Creek: One of the few inhabited places. Here it is located the
Visitor’s Center and it’s the logical place for lunching.
Rhyolite: A ghost town. When gold rush period a lot of gold seekers
came to this place and it grew quickly until the gold ended and people
left as quick as they came, leaving this town deserted here.
There are still some other spots out of this list, more optional due to
they’re quite isolated and we only would go to some of them in case of
5- Mesquite Flat Dunes: Sand dunes. Here where filmed some
scenes of the beginning of “The return of the jedi”.
Scotty’s Castle: A castle built by a millionaire and results in a quite
painteresque image in the middle of such distressing landscape.
Racetrack: I would love reaching this place, but it is the most
isolated and remote one. This is a flat mud area where big rocks leave
a track behind as if they were moving in the same direction. There was
no explanation to this for years, but it finally seems to be due to the
strong wind being able of moving the rocks if the mud is humid and can
minimize the friction.
Then, depending where we
are, we could leave the Death Valley by different points. We’ve no
booked any room for this night as we don’t know how close to Yosemite
area we’re going to be able of reach. Somehow, the most likely places
to spend this night are Lone Pine, Big Pine or Bishop.
We’re not done for waking up early and we prove
that today when we take the car at 11 AM after breakfast. The first
thing to do before leaving Vegas is filling the fuel tank as the word
“dessert”, which is where we’re going to spend the day, is preventing
us about thinking in a lot of gas stations in our way. At the beginning
the road is a known one as we arrived to Vegas by this same highway but
when we take the exit signed as “Death Valley” we get into the end of
Nothing is happening to us, it’s just we cannot see any track
life. Well, the only life here is us and the Joshua trees at both road
sides. The road is so well that seems to be new but we cannot find
any other cars driving through it. Driving here is funny now it is the
first time, but if I should take this way every day I would be
by this monotony. It’s like if two rolls with Joshua trees pictures
would be displaying at both sides of the stopped car giving the feeling
of being moving. That’s why it is incredible for us the space at the
edge of the road is labeled as bike lane. For God’s sake, who rides a
bike here is risking his life! It is the one in the picture below, an
infinite straight path through and to the desert.
And that is how we spend the morning. We only stop twice in the way:
one time for a picture with Joshua trees and letting Eva to drive and
another one after 50 Km for Eva gives me back the wheel saying that is
not driving: she has not used the breaks or the rears or to turn an
inch… in 50 Km!
When we cross the state border and
see the “Welcome to California” sign we know we’re close to the
National Park. Somehow, although driving to here has been incredibly
easy I must had taken a wrong way somewhere as I wanted to get Death
Valley by South, in Shoshone, but I’m now in Death Valley Junction (at
right at map at the beginning of the page). I can go on to Shoshone
some more kilometers but as we’re out of time we get into Death Valley
I must have done something like this:
Or maybe not, as we’ve spend a lot of time coming
it’s possible we’ve reached Shoshone without knowing it and then North.
Anyway, entrance to the park is a toilet and a ticket machine where we
get our 20$ tickets after paying it by card. We must show this ticket
in the Visitors Center to be delivered the documentation. It’s 2 PM and
we still haven’t started our visit, so we can start removing the most
isolated spots from our visit list.
We follow the road until Zabrinski Point, well indicated and
with a nice parking place where there are two cars. Our first life
signs from Vegas, so the end of the world was not real. But it may be
close as when we leave the car we’re immediately missing the air
conditioning inside. The experience is similar to the one from an
Eskimo arriving to the Hell.
Is blowing a sort of breeze, although I think it
is bad using the same word “breeze” for the gentle and nice air in the
beach and the hot air of here boiling our face and limbs. We go up to
the view point where there are two couples belonging to the cars we’ve
just seen. The landscape is amazing: a yellowish rocks are around us
opening in front to the vast flat salt sea over the valley. The only
sound for this big range of yellows and browns is that breeze, close to
the absolute silence. After the pictures, which I’ve tried to mount in
the panoramic below, we come back to the car. It is not happening as
yesterday in Grand Canyon, where you want to be hours watching the
beautiful views. You cannot blame the landscape, but the hot air.
Now we must take a decision: the way to Dante’s Peak behind
us and we have two roads in front of us, the one to Furnace Creek, with
the Visitors Center and the lunch, and the one to the must-do Badwater
Basin. We discard the first option as we should go back for this
lookout and the one we’ve just been has been superb. So we’re going to
lunch and will visit Badwater after it.
First we stop at Visitors Center, a lonely place
with two persons as staff who give us maps, info about the park and a
sticker to put in the car’s windscreen. Our concerns are about what we
just read in the documentation about what to do in case of being beaten
by a scorpion or rattlesnake. Anyway, we get into Furnace Creek for
lunching. It is a small town… or village… or, I don’t know, it’s what
is showed in the pictures
These are not two pictures of Furnace Creek but Furnace Creek
in two pictures. It is all of it!
Restaurant is big; actually, it is half of the
town: there is a big bar in the middle, country music, snooker pool and
burgers or pizzas as only options… This is America! My sister eats a
burger with all its extras and my wife and I share a sausage and
mushrooms pizza, all with cokes, by 43.30$ including 15% service tip.
The place’s name is “Forty niner café”, recalling the “forty niners”,
which is the name people gave to the gold seekers coming in the 1849’s
boom. San Francisco famous football team’s name is 49ers too.
Now it’s time for visiting Badwater Basin
following a road along a vast flat land at our right and rocks walls at
our left until the parking area. There are more cars here. A sign is
telling we’re 855 meters below sea level and car is marking 50º
outside. Eva doesn’t want to leave the car, but I and my sister want
our picture here, so we go quickly for it and, when I’m taking the
photo, just ten meters from the car, the camera is already burning. I
touch the wood carefully but it is fine, metal is not. Picture at left
shows the huge salt lake over the even bigger valley. We’re shocked by
three crazy people we can see walking far. That’s something I would do
if temperature was lower, but it is not and we come back to the fresh
air in the car. Stunning, extraordinary, but get the hell out of here!
In our return way I can see the road to Artist’s
Palette at right and I take it. It is a secondary road and the
conservation of it can show this. It is going through these rocks
landscapes with good samples of the color diversity stones and earth
can get here: there are the yellows and browns we’ve seen before, but
also blues, reds, greens, pinks, whites, blacks… That’s why of the
“palette” word in the name of this place. Picture at right is showing
this, while the one at left is showing the road where we are grateful
in some points of having a 4WD. Somehow, this route is longer than it
seemed at map and, once inside, you must follow it until it ends in the
road we left before to taking it.
Time is running fast and we must be in the ghost town at
daylight, as it is the only remaining must-do of my list. But we still
can stop somewhere else in our way. I discard the Scotty’s Castle so I
turn left in the intersection to Stovepipe Wells. We will come back by
this same way later and go on the road as if I was turning right to
reach Rhyolite through the Hell’s Gate. We start seeing the sand dunes
and we stop before getting Stovepipe Wells for the pictures. It is like
a mini African desert put by someone in the middle of this park: looks
so out of the place. I’m walking to the dunes but my wife recalls about
rattlesnakes, so I don’t go further and touch the sand. I’ve read here
is the location of the filming of some scenes of “The return of the
Jedi” so, going through the fiction: I’m in the place where Princess
Leia in a bikini strangled Java. Being IT, sometimes I would like to
strangle Java too.
The name of this place is Mesquite flat dunes and
it is located before reaching Stovepipe Wells, close enough as per
being able to see the little houses from here. We see too there is no
reason for going on this way just because we’re curious about knowing
how could be a town even smaller than Furnace Creek, and turn around to
take our route to the ghost town: Rhyolite.
We drive through Hell’s Gate… for sure, but I
didn’t realize so I cannot tell what the name “Hell’s Gate is about”.
We’re close to dusk when we leave Death Valley National Park and enter
again in Nevada State just before taking the short road to Rhyolite.
When thinking about this ghost town I imagined the
remains of a village from endings of century XIX, with wooden buildings
and absolutely nobody in its streets and houses, and that’s what it is,
there is nobody here or, at least, nobody “real”. The surprise against
my idealization is the evidences some people has worked on this town
since it got deserted years ago.
There is a sample of modern and macabre art with a
cross composed by the torso of a headless woman with arms extended and
ending in blades. But there is more here: somebody has been working in
giving life to the label of “ghost” town and has literally set ghosts
around. There are no streets in this town, but houses and stuff here
and there. We can see a bank and a train carriage and some ruined
buildings as old things, but we can also see the ghost – with even one
with a bicycle – and a strange and big metal sculpture of what seems to
be a miner and a penguin (???). Yes, I know, what can I say? Judge
yourself in the picture
place now is kind of surrealist and although it is funny I would
degrade it now from the must-do list to the one with the optional spots.
This is the end of the journey today, now we only
must look for a place, as close as possible to Yosemite Junction, to
spend the night but now we’re leave Death Valley by its East side
instead of the West that is going to be difficult to achieve.
We get Beatty in no time and, although it seems a
good place to find allocation, I think is still so soon and we can
advance some more kilometers for tomorrow, so we address to Tonopah for
then turning left, through 266, and driving across the desert by the
Northern side of Death Valley. As we can see night is coming we start
looking at the map a target place to end today. Following this road,
the closest town is one called “Lida” in the middle of the way to the
towns at West side of Death Valley as Big Pane or Bishop. Women are
getting nervous seeing the big landscape with no track of human life –
or any other life -. “No chance”, I say, “we must reach Lida”. So then,
with all our hopes in that unknown place we cover kilometers as fast as
possible to avoid darkness can get us on this road. All the way we have
a line of mountains at our left, “fencing” the place where we’ve spent
We reach Lida just in time… just in time of seeing
it is just three mailboxes over a stick in the ground. That’s all
around the sign of “Lida”. Obviously, these three mailboxes belong to
three houses, completely isolated and far in the depth of a big land,
which we can barely see at far. There is nothing else, though
We must go on and now we know darkness will get us on road.
We don’t know what our final destination is. Wherever we find a motel
or something with a bed we will stop, whether isolated in a road side
or within a town, but as soon as possible. We see a sign saying we’re
entering in California State and that is cheering us up.
After one hour and a half is not completely dark
yet and we reach an intersection with a sign saying Big Pane is 80
miles at left. I explain we would take one hour and a half to the women
for Big Pane. “One more hour and a half in the car!?”, so no, we follow
the road where we are expecting to find something sooner. But we don’t
know where it is as we’re out of the map we’re using now
Somehow, when we see the “Welcome to Nevada“ sign and it’s
completely dark is really when I don’t know where are we going and how
today is going to end. I take the decision of asking someone at the
moment I can see anybody or even a house. But there are no houses;
darkness is absolute and not a single light can be seen marking a house
or village. Another one hour and a half since we refused the way to Big
Pane is clear we took the wrong decision.
Finally, in the middle of a black screen, we can
see a light which comes from a bar. It’s quite shocking as nothing
seems to be around as per people coming here. That’s why I
think there is only one car parked in front of it.
This is a place so lonely, isolated and dark that women are
scared and tell me things like “if you get in problem shout” or “As you
see things inside just run”. At the moment I leave the car I can hear
they’ve put the safe. Inside, there are just a big woman behind the bar
and a drunken man at the other side. This is not the paradigm of fun:
no decoration, no music, just an old snooker pool occupying the left
side of the place. This could be like this since 10 or 100 years ago, I
cannot tell. As I must be the biggest news in months, the woman is
surprised to see me at the beginning, and then I ask for a motel before
reaching the bar. The woman answers there is nothing close and then I
explain I wanted to reach Bishop or Big Pane but being back in Nevada
makes me thing I’m in a wrong way. She tells me I shouldn’t be worried
as this road gets into Nevada for a bit but then returns to California:
I must go on this road straight until it ends in a “T”. There, a sign
will indicate Bishop way is left. I thank her help and go to the door
when she, when I was expecting a “good bye”, says “Be careful with
horses”. I’m shocked for a second and then I answer I’m going by car
while telling myself it’s not only the place, but these two may be here
for 100 years too. But she clarifies: “No, wild horses. Wild horses
cross the road by night and cause car crashes”. The misunderstanding
with the horses is clear now, but now I’m really worried. “I will take
care. Thank you”, I say while leaving the place back to the car,
looking around for a confirmation I’m not in a David Lynch's movie.
Back in the car I explain all the conversation and
it results to be funny, but as now we’re still living the problem, we
just keep all our eyes in the road and are able to see some yellow
signs with a horse on them.
We follow the indications for one hour something
passing through places as Mamooth Lakes, once back in California. We’ve
got the feeling of having magnificent landscapes around, hidden for us,
as the only we’ve seen the most of the time has been the lights of the
car over the close road in the middle of the most absolute black
bottom. Now, we’re in a gas station filling the tank again and asking
for indications to finally reaching Bishop. It is just 30 minutes going
on that road, but when I realize where we are I can feel the irony:
this is the Junction to Yosemite, the first place where we must come
tomorrow morning and the one I used as reference. Remember my plan for
ending today was spending the night as close as possible of Yosemite
Now, I think the long drive we’ve got must be the
one in the map (map is at big scale to fit):
Looking at the map now I can see a lot of better ways than the
one we did between Beatty and Bishop. The most logical one had been
taking that 80 miles road to Bishop we discarded because it was too
long!. The shortest one is across Death Valley for leaving the park by
its West side in Lone Pine. The warnings about desert dangers at night
make us avoid that route, but I must say now the places we drove
outside the park are equally lonely and dangerous in animals – mainly
coyotes – as are living the same species. By the way, Death Valley is a
good place to see roadrunners, although they’re hard to see.
We get into Bishop around midnight after more than five hours driving
since we left Death Valley. Added to the hours driven before, we’ve got
a new record of miles today. The street is full of lights from known
allocation franchise. There is no vacancy for the Best Western and the
Motel 6, but there is one free room in the Comfort Inn, so we take it.
A young man asks me for the passport and when he checks it is from
Spain he says: “Spanish, hu?, “Yes, from Barcelona”, I answer. “I’ve
been in Peru a couple of years ago and visit Machu Picchu. It’s very
nice”, he comments. “Yes, it must be. I’ve never been in South America,
but I will someday”. He then realizes about the mistake and stop
The last challenge for today is getting
some dinner as at this time everything seems to be closed. We can
finally get something using the drive through of a fast food place,
which is closed for coming inside. We take the brown paper bags with
our meal directly to our room as we’re tired