We’re back in the van on Sunday for a return to Las Vegas to pick up Steve and Anna. They’ve flown in to spend 3 weeks with us in the van. Magic!
We load up with vegan nibbles and IPA before driving out to the Death Valley National Park. A barren magical place that somehow manages to out-weird the weirdness of Joshua Tree.
Look! we’ve let Steve do some driving.
Officially the hottest place in North America and unofficially the hottest place in the world, temperatures in excess of 110°F are the norm here between May and October. The rental agreement for our van doesn’t allow us to enter the park on these months – too hot and risky – we like this, it makes us feel like a bunch of high stakes pioneers.
The next day we walk to, and through, Golden Canyon. A 5 mile loop that takes in some of the park’s most distinctive gullies, drop-offs and rock formations.
Of course, we don’t do what most folk do and set off early to avoid harshest weather. We wait until lunchtime when it’s absolutely blistering. Apparently this is how high stakes pioneers roll.
Mad dogs, Englishmen and an Italian go out in the midday sun.
We survive. Just. Then drive to the salt flats of the Badwater Basin for more other-worldly landscapes. We’re 280ft below sea level here, which is a bit odd. And it’s very, VERY hot.
Death Valley is a hot place indeed.
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