Day 3 continued
I made an agreement with my wife that if we made it to the gas station without running out, that she could choose where we would go next. I also felt bad that we didn’t get to go to the Crater or Scotty’s Castle, or the “Racetrack” for that matter. The Racetrack is a place where rocks seem to move across the desert on their own. This is something she studied in the past and was the original reason we even considered coming to Death Valley sometime ago, we just didn’t know at the time it was called the “Racetrack”. Funny thing was we were less than 1/2 mile from it twice and didn’t stop. Funnier yet, there are two race car drivers on a road trip that didn’t find something called the “Race Track” a priority, go figure! Either way we were enjoying the relief of having made it back to the hard black stuff. We made the decision to drive out through the Death Valley Park, and see the other sights on our way to the freeway home. We continued east on the 190 and blew right past Stovepipe Wells, both of us having a chuckle at the “tent” area off the side of the road. There is around a one-acre parcel that is fenced off where it is legal to camp with a tent in the park. So let me understand this correctly, there are hundreds and hundreds of miles of wide open desert in this park, but you have to bring a trailer to wet camp, or to dry camp you need to pile into this one acre parcel? That is ridiculous. We carried on enjoying the sights and amazing views and canyons the park had to offer. We decided to make a stop at Furnace Creek for some much needed R and R. We popped into this little café called the Forty Niner Café. After a quick bite to eat and a little shopping at the gift store we were en route home.
I made an agreement with my wife that if we made it to the gas station without running out, that she could choose where we would go next. I also felt bad that we didn’t get to go to the Crater or Scotty’s Castle, or the “Racetrack” for that matter. The Racetrack is a place where rocks seem to move across the desert on their own. This is something she studied in the past and was the original reason we even considered coming to Death Valley sometime ago, we just didn’t know at the time it was called the “Racetrack”. Funny thing was we were less than 1/2 mile from it twice and didn’t stop. Funnier yet, there are two race car drivers on a road trip that didn’t find something called the “Race Track” a priority, go figure! Either way we were enjoying the relief of having made it back to the hard black stuff. We made the decision to drive out through the Death Valley Park, and see the other sights on our way to the freeway home. We continued east on the 190 and blew right past Stovepipe Wells, both of us having a chuckle at the “tent” area off the side of the road. There is around a one-acre parcel that is fenced off where it is legal to camp with a tent in the park. So let me understand this correctly, there are hundreds and hundreds of miles of wide open desert in this park, but you have to bring a trailer to wet camp, or to dry camp you need to pile into this one acre parcel? That is ridiculous. We carried on enjoying the sights and amazing views and canyons the park had to offer. We decided to make a stop at Furnace Creek for some much needed R and R. We popped into this little café called the Forty Niner Café. After a quick bite to eat and a little shopping at the gift store we were en route home.
Funny how the exploring/offroad community revolves around!
