The temperature rose to 107 degrees while we were there in the early morning hours on the heels of a spectacular sunrise, but the air conditioner didn't go on in the car a single time. Why pass through the earth in its rawest form in a sealed-off, manmade bubble?
I could look around and see nothing for miles except the rising hills and a little patch of pavement. We stopped once and climbed up to a sand hill that looked like it was straight out of the Sahara; I half expected camels to be walking around. On the sand were trails of tiny little paw prints and others that I thought belonged to a furry critter but turned out to be the track marks of a snake. Probably not so little, either.
We paused along the two-hour journey a couple more times for photo-ops and to trek up a hill to get unbelievable views of the valley and surrounding peaks. Needless to say, it was hot.
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I read this NPR story two days after we passed through the valley:
The GPS: A Fatally Misleading Travel Companion
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