Jesse thinks that our trip to Death Valley deserves three posts.  Now, I don’t know if I can write three posts about it.  I mean, I could, but do I really want to? 

Anyway, here’s the first of my posts.  It’s a little one.  Just a little one. 

Death Valley is WINDY.  Or at least it was the days we were there.  Oh hay guys, I’ve also gotten revoltingly fat and my hair is busted (no amount of conditioner in the world seems to help) and Jesse’s fleece is too big.  Sorry about that.  And yes, that is my “No you can’t come you are a mere pawn” threadless t-shirt that I bought for my own stocking this Christmas.

Also, Jesse is totally reminding me of Bob Dylan in this shot. 

The first day of our trip started out with a nice drive up 95 to Beatty, NV.  I believe Jesse’s exact words about Beatty where “so THIS is where the American dream goes to die!”  I don’t know if I agree.  I’m still convinced that that has to be somewhere in Indiana, Western Nebraska or Ohio.  It was a cute little town.  I wish I’d gotten some photos of it but Death Valley National Park and Rhyolite took up all of our time.  At least that gives us an excuse to go back!

I will admit, Rhyolite is one of the weirdest little towns that I have ever seen in my entire life.  It was once a booming mining town that started slowly dying after the Panic of 1907.  It was abandoned by 1919.  Currently, it’s run by the Bureau of Land Management.  The main buildings (the bank, casino, etc.) are all fenced off but there are still neat things to see like… The Bottle House!  It’s exactly what it sounds like – a house built out of thousands of bottles.  The weirder part of Rhyolite is the open-air sculpture garden they have there.  There was a naked pink lady built out of concrete blocks.  Then there was the concrete couch covered in a bright mosaic.  Then there was the large rock circle and The Last Supper done with ghosts.  Very… interesting.  That’s a good word for it.

I love that moon in the daytime sky.

Right now things are… a little hard, I guess. I’m looking forward to my classes starting and work’s just fine though. I suppose that’s what really matters.

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