Up Before Sunrise
The bike was packed and ready to go by time the first golden sunlight arrived.
Time to finish the West Side Road.
Death Valley is a place of extremes. We often think of the extreme temperatures, but it's more than just the climate. Death Valley is a love it or leave it kind of place. I'm sure many tourists and probably more than a few motorcyclists come through here and can't wait to leave. Others fall in love and keep returning.
At the Eagle Borax works I learn the sad tale of a failed business venture leading to the suicide of the owner. How depressing it must've been to try to eek out a living in such a place in the 1880's?
Maybe things would've turned out differently for old Isador if he had this to enjoy the area with.
Then, just down the road I discover the grave of Shorty Harris.
And found the extreme. A guy who loved the Death Valley so much that...
I thought about the extremes of the effect this area has on humans as I rode the rest of the day.
In my own life, I was first introduced to the desert on a trip sponsored by Uncle Sam(Arabian Desert). After enduring far too many multiple-day sand storms, I thought I'd never want to see the God forsaken desert again. The desert never left my heart though. A couple years later my wife and I packed everything we owned into an automobile and like so many other Okies before us, we headed west in search of a better life. 16 years later, I doubt the rest of my family understands why.
I think Mr. Garmin lies a little.
The temporary Visitor Center collects my $10 fee.
Changed the World
This happy family of 4 heads out to enjoy the warm day. There's a toddler in the trailer.
I'm not sure I'd want to share the road with tourists in these while on a human-powered bike.
Holy Cow! I don't think I can afford to continue.
I hear Titus Canyon is nice.