Death Valley is, of course, a valley. As such, it is composed of two primary components; the flat part and the hilly part. Much of our time there was spent traveling through various canyons. The fist one we entered was Golden Canyon. This shot is from the entrance looking out.
We arrived early in the morning, which worked out perfectly because the canyon is named for its color. Sunrise is just the right time for the golden hues to be brought out, according to people in the know. For a hint at the scale, look near the bottom of the picture. There’s a person there.
As so often happens in the desert, the sky overhead was the clearest blue I think I’ve ever seen in my life. Any clouds were a luxury that were to be savored. The plane didn’t exactly provide any shade.
This next shot speaks for itself. This time there’s two people in frame.
After hiking up through the main drag, we were able to see this large tower. I’m sure it has a name, I just can’t quite remember what it was. Sure was tall, either way.
We rounded the corner and saw this path. I promise that it wasn’t as terrifying as it looked.
Tags: death valley, Erty, golden canyon, plane, sky






November 10th, 2009 at 1:43 am
Sweet! I had all but forgotten about this trip before we visited Jeff Rennicke.
–Erty