If the day ever comes that i need to dismember a body and bury it in the middle of no where, I now know where that spot would be. Death Valley California is a magnificent place that can be as hot and unforgiving as it is beautiful. One cannot help but notice the white board in the visitor center that keeps track of the heat related deaths during the current calendar year. The crooked black "2" on the board is a warning to those that enter to pay the park fee - don't be number "3". Helping to take our mind off of the harshness of the landscape was the oasis accommodations we experienced at the Furnace Creek Inn. Built in the 1920's the Inn is incredibly charming with large rooms, gorgeous views and a spring fed swimming pool that required no chemicals due to the constant inflow and outflow of the spring. Amazing! The inn garden, which is in bloom during the spring months, was watched over by a coyote that on our final day decided to get a little closer to pop-pop than perhaps he was comfortable with.
During the day we explored places like Devils Golf Course, Golden Canyon and Badwater Basin which is over 200 feet below sea level. In the evening we looked at the stars and drank prickly pear margaritas made fresh by Gary, the soft spoken bartender whose useful knowledge and conversation could only come from a guy that has been tending bar in Death Valley for 26 years.
The pool was a refreshing 96 degrees (which is only refreshing because the air temperature was 111 degrees). When we showered, you only had to turn on the cold water, because in Furnace Creek, even the cold water is pretty warm.
The two nights we spent in Death Valley were a wonderful end to our trip. On Saturday, Jen, the kids and I flew home out of Las Vegas and mom-mom and pop-pop (those with unlimited vacation time) continued the drive home.
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