July 24th I left Jojoba Hills for a ~100-day trip in the RV. I planned to be back in SoCal early November, in time for the NHRA drag race finals at Pomona. Intending to skip Interstate highways as much as possible, I started over the San Jacinto / Santa Rosa mountain pass to Palm Desert. The temperature in the Coachella valley was 117, so I continued north to Barstow for an In-'n'-Out burger for supper. Next a short stretch of I-15 past Zzyzx to Baker CA and the Alien Fresh Jerky outlet.
They were closed for the night so I was unable to determine if Aliens were the proprietors or the ingredients. I boondocked overnight at the Escapee's Pahrump NV park, then headed out toward Tonopah to start trying to understand the Nevada "basin and range" geology. But a few miles out of town I saw a sign for Death Valley. Why not? I'm not on a schedule, after all.
Death Valley was hot, though not as hot as Palm Desert
And it is low, as my GPS attested.
And Zabriskie Point is spectacular; better than the 1970 Antonioni movie:
I was glad to have a 55-gallon gas tank, which lets one drive farther for cheaper gas. Even at 10 MPG.
They were closed for the night so I was unable to determine if Aliens were the proprietors or the ingredients. I boondocked overnight at the Escapee's Pahrump NV park, then headed out toward Tonopah to start trying to understand the Nevada "basin and range" geology. But a few miles out of town I saw a sign for Death Valley. Why not? I'm not on a schedule, after all.
Death Valley was hot, though not as hot as Palm Desert
And it is low, as my GPS attested.
And Zabriskie Point is spectacular; better than the 1970 Antonioni movie:
I was glad to have a 55-gallon gas tank, which lets one drive farther for cheaper gas. Even at 10 MPG.
