Although I am one to completely loathe hot weather, the allure of what is supposed to be the hottest place in all of North America holds a certain mystique. I was on my way to San Francisco from Las Vegas by car and, since I wasn’t sure if I was going to be in that area anytime soon… or ever again, I decided to make the detour to the legendary Death Valley.
Although possessed of an arid beauty, Death Valley contains heat that is almost an affront to creation itself… as though human existence there is giving God the finger.
All I was able to do was a drive-though the park due to time and due to my companion being a headache inducing parade of complaints about being in Death Valley in the first place, but I am planning to return even if I loathe the heat.
