This post is part of our road trip from San Fransisco to Las Vegas, crossing California, Nevada, Arizona and Utah.
Up in the mountains of Sequoia National park, the air was fresh and the trees were beautifully covered in snow. I wanted to stay indefinitely, but as we had many more things to see, we saluted General Sherman, headed back to the car and drove down the slippery roads of the snowy mountain.
As suddenly as the snow appeared, it was gone too and the sun became warmer while the scenery changed. And it felt strange, but from the moment we left the snowy part, we didn’t see any of it any more. I was searching for the snow in the mirrors of the car and even stuck my head out of the window. It disappeared like an image of a dream.
The bear-sign looked a bit strange. The steep slopes looked to difficult for any animal, but they were definitely there. We saw two bears crossing the road, jumping into the bushes and disappear again. Beautiful shiny black bears.
I was overwhelmed. So wonderful!
(the photographs are made from inside the car in order to leave them alone)
The ride after ‘bear-mountain’ was the most boring one of the entire journey. It got really warm and especially after our time in the mountains, it made me feel unwell. We passed kilometers and kilometers of dry land with orchards like pieces of green fabric thrown over sandy mountainsides. Now and then we passed a dry riverbed, some caravans or very small villages without a clear identity.
With the sun turning red slowly, we felt the urge to find a place to sleep. We were driving on a road … I think the best way to say it; in the middle of nowhere. For a while we only saw mountains, cacti, the road and 1 or 2 cars.
The town we had seen didn’t feel like a nice place to stay so we were deliberating; driving all the way to Mount Withney (which sounded like a nice place) or taking the closest village.
We were lucky, we got to Mt Withney in time, found ourselves a nice authentic looking Western motel and had pizza while watching a baseball game with some locals.
As we woke up in the morning, so did this little town. The light was lovely, the people friendly and our Sunrise bagels were made with love (and a microwave )
In the morning, the temperature was just perfect, but quickly rising as we entered the giant sandbox aka Death Valley.
Badwater, salt flat, the lowest point in North America and with still an idea of what water could be, surrounded with salt. (and terrifying hot to me).
The place has such a evaporation rate that an entire lake can dry up in just one year!
We stood still in the burning sun to hear the cracking of the salt on the Devils golf course. Listening. It’s a special sound. Gentle, powerful and musical too.
I don’t know how people visit this place in summertime, I think I would be boiled and ready to serve within an hour. Only two things saved me: the visitors center and driving with open windows.
Artists drive enchanted me. No surprise with such a name, isn’t it?
It’s a winding and bumpy road with lots of crazy twists through a canyon and known for colorful mountains- these colors are caused by oxidation of several metals in the rocks.
Zabriskie point was the highest location we visited. And what a wonderful place with rock shapes that I couldn’t imagine. I think none of the photographs can capture this wide view of fascinating textures created by nature.
After escaping the heat we had only one thing in mind: Las Vegas!