Death Valley
In March of 2016, Molly and I spent a long week-end in the Death Valley. I had never quite been to the desert before then and Death Valley was a striking place to start. I’m not one to care much about highest-temperature this or lowest-elevation that — we weren’t even there when it was very warm. But the sheer immensity and, well, desert-ness, of the place is humbling.
We went there with hopes of catching the superbloom, which was expected from the heavy rainfalls after end of the last California drought. While we did observe many breeds of wildflowers, they tend to be small and nowhere dense enough to change the hue of the hills. Here’s a few chosen pictures from the trip:
And the full album.