First AM in Panamint Valley.
Our Campsite...
Packed up and ready to roll.
Josh's yet unnamed truck on the trail to Grotto Canyon.
Josh and Marika checking out an eroded cave.
Grotto Canyon! Marika, Josh and Weller.
The first or second of many mandatory climbs.
Grotto climbing action.
Another problem up the canyon.
Scott tackles it first.
Bouldering.
Scotty Dub in his element.
One of the many falls to climb.
The falls were taller than they look...
Looking up in one of Grotto's slot canyons.
In the slot canyon.
Marika under one of the taller falls. We hiked around this one.
Looking back down on Death Valley proper from upper Grotto.
Josh was mid-air for this shot. Just missed him.
The Superman leap.
As we climbed up it got narrower and trickier.
The last obstacle we reached. Couldn't figure a way up this one. There was a way to hike around it... next time!
J-Ennis sliding down one of the falls, PBR in hand.
Scott down climbing/sliding.
The moon and some of DeVa's lunar landscape.
DV from Grotto.
Death Valley during the golden hour and the crowded sand dunes.
Rolling through the Devil's Cornfield.
Desert Serenity.
On our way to campsite two below Hanaupah canyon.
Josh's campfire antics. Marika and Josh made an amazing dinner.
AM over DV.
Looking up at Telescope Peak from Hanaupah Fan. The peak is 11,000 feet above us. Scott, Josh and Steve climbed this route (straight up) in college.
The salt and mud terrain of the valley floor.
Hiking up Wildrose Peak.
Out towards the eastern sierras.
Valley floor from Wildrose climb.
Weller airing out the funk.
JP.
Hanging at the top. 9064 ft.
Dub taking a cat nap.
Group shot!
The shoulder of Telescope peak from Wildrose. We couldn't see the top.
Looking out and drinking PBR on the hike down.
Throwing out the vibe for the paparazzi as always.
The bizarre Charcoal Kilns.
The beginning of our honorable flag retirement ceremony.
The Ceremony: "I am old glory; I have been the banner of hope and freedom for generation after generation of Americans. Born amid the first flames of America's fight for freedom, I am the symbol of a country that has grown to a united nation of 50 sovereign states. Planted firmly on the high pinnacle of American Faith, my gently fluttering folds have proved an inspiration to untold millions. Men have followed me into battle with unwavering courage. They have looked upon me as a symbol of national unity. They have prayed that they and their fellow citizens might continue to enjoy the life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, which have been granted to every American as the heritage of free men. So long as men love liberty more than life itself, so long as they treasure the priceless privileges bought with the blood of our forefathers; so long as the principles of truth, justice and charity for all remain deeply rooted in human hearts, I shall continue to be the enduring banner of the United States of America."
Josh and Marika paying their respect.
Preparing for Cremation... Cut along the stripes.
The Cremation.
Scott is heartbroken.
Josh's rad camping 'doo'.
Sunrise over Panamint.
The trucks at our rocky campsite.
The oasis... Hiking up Darwin Falls.
Lower Darwin Falls.
Water was F-ing cold!
A little shocked.
Hanging in Darwin Canyon.
Hiking out to hit the road.
On the way out.
Back towards the Eastern Sierras.
The great wall of the east.
Mas vibe.
Mt. Whitney: 14,505... Tallest in the Lower 48.
Tenaya at home.
Mono Lake.
I snuck some turns in.
Sandboarding in the snow...
Mono mirror.
Sunset in the Sierras on the way back.
