Continued my drive as the temp rose. Helped a couple who had dropped their bike. I was able to get out of the Valley by 11, so the hottest I saw was only 100. Overall, it was sweepingly large, but nothing I’d not seen elsewhere. It’s not going on my list of places people REALLY should visit in the USA. That list holds at five.
The rest of the drive was routine. At Mono lake I saw a flashing sign warning of the road being closed at Bridgeport (my destination) due to fire. I had this image of my hotel going up in flames. But no. There’s a fire north of town. I’m not taking that road tomorrow, so I don’t care.
My hotel tonight is also haunted. My room number is the same. Spooky. No opera house, but it does have a restaurant and bar. Hooray!
Badwater
It’s translated into several languages. I was there at 9:30, but I still didn’t walked out there.
Way up the cliff is this sign, which reads . . .
This is supposed to be a beautiful colored rock formation. Not today.
This is a one way road. Didn’t learn of this until the end. I was terrified at every turn.
This looks very strange. I didn’t appear so odd when I took it.
I love these comical historical signs.
My room is top left.
Maybe it’s the time of year, or the time of day, or climate change. I loved Death Valley. So many colors and different rocks. I was there in Feb sometime in the 90’s.