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Week 1, Day 5 - Jan 28, 2020 - Las Vegas, NV to Barstow, CA
First things first, breakfast. I read about this donut shop that was highly rated. And it was 3 blocks away from my hotel. So I was there when it opened.
That’s an apple fritter, a creme brûlée donut and a Nutella donut. Too much food, but they were good.
The ride to Beatty was largely cool and uneventful. Once again the electric jacket liner was wonderful and kept me nice and warm in the 40-50’s I experienced on the way to Beatty.
On the way to Beatty, I noticed a plane flying very low and slow over the electric lines. At first I thought it was one of those planes the fly the power lines occasionally checking them. But as it got closer it didn’t look right. It had a military look. As we closed it became apparent it was an A10 Warthog. I was amazed at how slow it could fly. And I couldn’t hear a thing (of course I’m moving at 75 mph and wearing earplugs. About a 1/2 mile behind it was another on the other side of the road.
From Beatty I turned SW into the valley.
Death Valley is the flat spot between the mountain ranges. Beatty is on the east side of the eastern range that borders the valley.
The floor of the valley is essentially a giant salt flat. I took the road to Furnace Creek, the main visitor center.
This is the Devil’s Golf Course
There were several things to see, the rangers told me that Badwater Spring is the highlight of the park. It’s the lowest point in North America at 282 feet below sea level.
If you look at the cliff above the left end of the bus, that is a sign that marks sea level.
At Badwater Spring, you can walk across the salt flat.
Heading south on the Badwater road, it becomes much curvier and the traffic was sparse when I rode it. It was a blast.
I had intended to stay in Shoshone, CA. But when I got there the town didn’t have much going on. So I pushed south down to Baker on I-15. Surely there would be a hotel there? Not really. So I pushed on to Barstow. There were lots of hotel options there. I arrived after dark. Since I don’t make reservations, I like to be where I’m going before 5:00 to avoid hotels booking up. The first place I checked was booked, but the second had rooms. I was too tired to write last night, just dinner and bed.
Tomorrow, Joshua Tree Nat’l Park.
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First things first, breakfast. I read about this donut shop that was highly rated. And it was 3 blocks away from my hotel. So I was there when it opened.
That’s an apple fritter, a creme brûlée donut and a Nutella donut. Too much food, but they were good.
The ride to Beatty was largely cool and uneventful. Once again the electric jacket liner was wonderful and kept me nice and warm in the 40-50’s I experienced on the way to Beatty.
On the way to Beatty, I noticed a plane flying very low and slow over the electric lines. At first I thought it was one of those planes the fly the power lines occasionally checking them. But as it got closer it didn’t look right. It had a military look. As we closed it became apparent it was an A10 Warthog. I was amazed at how slow it could fly. And I couldn’t hear a thing (of course I’m moving at 75 mph and wearing earplugs. About a 1/2 mile behind it was another on the other side of the road.
From Beatty I turned SW into the valley.
Death Valley is the flat spot between the mountain ranges. Beatty is on the east side of the eastern range that borders the valley.
The floor of the valley is essentially a giant salt flat. I took the road to Furnace Creek, the main visitor center.
This is the Devil’s Golf Course
There were several things to see, the rangers told me that Badwater Spring is the highlight of the park. It’s the lowest point in North America at 282 feet below sea level.
If you look at the cliff above the left end of the bus, that is a sign that marks sea level.
At Badwater Spring, you can walk across the salt flat.
Heading south on the Badwater road, it becomes much curvier and the traffic was sparse when I rode it. It was a blast.
I had intended to stay in Shoshone, CA. But when I got there the town didn’t have much going on. So I pushed south down to Baker on I-15. Surely there would be a hotel there? Not really. So I pushed on to Barstow. There were lots of hotel options there. I arrived after dark. Since I don’t make reservations, I like to be where I’m going before 5:00 to avoid hotels booking up. The first place I checked was booked, but the second had rooms. I was too tired to write last night, just dinner and bed.
Tomorrow, Joshua Tree Nat’l Park.
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