With that plan of action agreed, we bade farewell to Las Vegas, the city of illusions, be they man made or myths of winning fortunes. Suitably loaded up with liquids and ice, we made the long drive to Death Valley, stopping off at Badwater for the obligatory walk out onto the salt flats at the lowest point in the western hemisphere. On the guided tour I was giving Dan, we also stopped off at the Harmony Borax Works, the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, and Owens Lake, in order that he capture a part of the history, beauty and heat of the valley.
Father and Son at Badwater, 285 Feet Below Sea Level |
Alabama Hills in the Distance, and the Sierra Nevada and Mount Whitney Beyond Those |
We arrived after 7 hours of traveling, and found accommodation easily. By that time we were ravenous, so we took advantage of the Japanese restaurant next door. The food was excellent, which pleased me since that was Dan's first ever Japanese meal. A little sake helped round off the meal.
A few beers in a bar down the road wound down the day nicely.