After a quick fandango with Daisy the Dog, we set out for Death Valley, accompanied by Terry Gross and a contingent of famous comedians.
400 miles and a really bad breakfast later, we're on Highway 395, nearing the turnoff to Death Valley. (The sign was way more interesting than the merchandise.) 
Our first stop inside the park is breathtaking. What we don't quite realize at the time is that we will gain and lose (and gain and lose) over 4,000 feet in the next couple of hours. (Cindy is an awesome driver.)
After a short break in Stovepipe Wells for sodas and photos, we're off to Beatty (as in Warren) to find the place where they're keeping the light on for us. 
2 comments:
Wow! Looks like fun. I assume there will be more pics. Surely you didn't end your trip in Beaty? Irene and I had a reservation at that very motel but we got there once SO early we decided to press on. Did you go to Rhyolite?
Part 2 (I'm trying to reduce the photo size so I can include more) is mostly focused on Rhyolite, our absolute favorite part of the trip.
So glad you're home safe!
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