Day 37 was our last DAY of adventures. We started with the Gower Gulch Loop hike, but expanded it by taking the interpretive trail. This 4 mile hike had 0 markers and about 12 side mines you could explore. Helen was unwilling to venture into dark holes in the side of mountains and Maryanne was afraid to go inside a cave where criminals could hide out and then murder you. Therefore, no mine exploration was accomplished. LAME.
The Devil’s Golf Course! It’s a large salt pan – the salt crystals are so rough there are signs warning that if you trip, your leg will burst into pieces and you will have to get it amputated immediately. “It was named after a line in a 1934 National Park Service guide book to Death Valley, which stated that "only the devil could play golf" on its surface.” Helen attempted a round of golf regardless.
Next we had the lowest moment of our entire lives. Loves and friends lost do not compare to how low we felt. It is a little personal, and the reason it took so long to post this entry….truly…this moment is the lowest either of us have ever been. To experience lowness of this degree together – well, that was something else. It was a real head shaking sorrow.
Badwater Basin is 282 feet below sea level, the lowest place in North America. It is also a salt pan.
We started to feel like we needed to see something besides salt, so we took the waterfall hike; except there was no water. There were just remnants from where water used to fall. This was faulty advertising. Who knew that “ancient” waterfalls actually meant REMANANTS?! When I hear about water, I expect some liquid! Not eroding rock from water gliding down in thousands of years AGO!
This disappointment was tempered by the natural bridge we came across! I guess people on a hike titled, “Natural Bridge Canyon” should expect this; however our faith in Death Valley was a little low from the H2O incident.
We had now hiked about ten miles and while Helen wanted to hike another trail, Team Realism’s President Maryanne Brown voted NO and stated that since it was 95 degrees outside she would have a party alone if Team Unrealistic went hiking.
Both teams joined together to DRIVE the 8 mile “Artist’s Drive.” THIS WAS SIMPLY AMAZING! The rocks were literally unnatural colors. Helen was able to do another short hike, while Maryanne watched the view change in the sunset while simultaneously not tempting death.
While heading back hungry, a sign for NAVAHO TACOS, was spotted on the side of the road. These delicious food was made in a trailer that was also someone’s home on the Indian Reserve located in Death Valley. These tacos alone make Death Valley putting on your life to-do list.
The last road trip day ended with a craft fair and hiding in a hotel until ready for bed.
The Devil’s Golf Course! It’s a large salt pan – the salt crystals are so rough there are signs warning that if you trip, your leg will burst into pieces and you will have to get it amputated immediately. “It was named after a line in a 1934 National Park Service guide book to Death Valley, which stated that "only the devil could play golf" on its surface.” Helen attempted a round of golf regardless.
Next we had the lowest moment of our entire lives. Loves and friends lost do not compare to how low we felt. It is a little personal, and the reason it took so long to post this entry….truly…this moment is the lowest either of us have ever been. To experience lowness of this degree together – well, that was something else. It was a real head shaking sorrow.
Badwater Basin is 282 feet below sea level, the lowest place in North America. It is also a salt pan.
We started to feel like we needed to see something besides salt, so we took the waterfall hike; except there was no water. There were just remnants from where water used to fall. This was faulty advertising. Who knew that “ancient” waterfalls actually meant REMANANTS?! When I hear about water, I expect some liquid! Not eroding rock from water gliding down in thousands of years AGO!
This disappointment was tempered by the natural bridge we came across! I guess people on a hike titled, “Natural Bridge Canyon” should expect this; however our faith in Death Valley was a little low from the H2O incident.
We had now hiked about ten miles and while Helen wanted to hike another trail, Team Realism’s President Maryanne Brown voted NO and stated that since it was 95 degrees outside she would have a party alone if Team Unrealistic went hiking.
Both teams joined together to DRIVE the 8 mile “Artist’s Drive.” THIS WAS SIMPLY AMAZING! The rocks were literally unnatural colors. Helen was able to do another short hike, while Maryanne watched the view change in the sunset while simultaneously not tempting death.
While heading back hungry, a sign for NAVAHO TACOS, was spotted on the side of the road. These delicious food was made in a trailer that was also someone’s home on the Indian Reserve located in Death Valley. These tacos alone make Death Valley putting on your life to-do list.
The last road trip day ended with a craft fair and hiding in a hotel until ready for bed.
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