Our route. Camps are shown as green tents.
Camp at Salt Springs, just below the park's southern boundary
The ride began here.
We started on freshly graded road, which quickly reverted to washboard.
First night's camp inside the park. We did not make those tire tracks.
Atop a small hill in the evening after setting up camp. If you are reminded of moon landings, you are not alone.
Panorama from above camp 1.
Hiking in the evening light.
There aren't many impediments to the scenery along any Death Valley road. Also, no traffic. We rode many days without seeing another vehicle.
Day 3, at a key junction.
Lunch in the only shade for miles - not that we needed it, we were never too warm.
Some interesting history is explained here.
A typical wilderness road camp on an alluvial fan on a 4X4 road.
Salt crusted valley floor.
Riding through the Devil's Golf Course.
The only place in the U.S. where you can climb 280 feet to get to this level.
At Furnace Creek, the most civilized spot on the tour. Rainbows are not that common here, except in winter.
Furnace Creek camp. Downright plush, with pavement and flush toilets.
Furnace Creek Inn, where well-heeled visitors stay. One night costs more than our entire trip.
Looking out from inside the Furnace Creek Inn.
We couldn't afford to stay here, but we could eat.
Grounds at Furnace Creek Inn.
The pool, Furnace Creek Inn.
Borax wagons from 20-mule team days.
Returning to the truck. We rode everything as an out-and-back, which doubles the mileage (to about 350).
Along the center section of the park, paved roads and rest stops. Still no traffic.
On the Golden Canyon hike. That's Manly Beacon above, which we climbed last time here.
Mouth of Gower Gulch, on the Golden Canyon loop.
Coming out of Gower Gulch into the heart of the Valley.
A sunset at Furnace Creek. We spent 5 nights here.
Stopping at a sign explaining alluvial fans.
Fresh snow on the high peaks on the east rim of the valley.
Camp at Mesquite Springs CG, in the northern part of the park.
Looking east at sunset, Mesquite Springs.
Grounds of Scotty's Castle. A small creek attracts birds.
Western Meadowlark at Scotty's Castle.
Harris' Sparrow at Scotty's Castle.
Back on the gravel, headed north on the Big Pine road.
Deep sand on the Big Pine road in the far north of the park. We had to get off and push occasionally.
The last section of road to Crankshaft Junction.
1/2 mile from Crankshaft Junction. 4 mph up, 24mph down.
The famous Crankshaft Junction. People come from around the world to see the amazing phenomenon of crankshafts blooming in the desert.
Looking back to the south from Crankshaft Junction. The truck is back there along the road, but it was all downhill on the return leg.
Late evening at our final camp.
Our final camping spot, end of the riding portion.
Sunset at our final camp.
Sunrise on a gorgeous day.
Beginning the hike toward the northern boundary. Lynn looks south to the road we biked the day before.
The view north from the top of a hill. Lack of a good map led us here. Now we had to descend to the arroyo on the right, where we should have started.
Back on route - Last Chance Canyon.
Spring floods in the canyon brought this log down.
Yuccas began to appear as we climbed. ~5000' here.
We hadn't planned on boot-top snow.
Plastic bags saved my feet.
The high point of our hike. The northern boundary is just beyond the cliff bands on the left. We were one mile short. Too short of a day, too much snow, too complex terrain. Time to turn back.
Hiking back down Last Chance Canyon. 15 miles, 7.5 hours of hiking.
The snow diminished as we dropped. Our feet were soaked. Skiis would have been the appropriate gear today.
A very happy camper back at the Truck.
Leaving the park to the east. As we climbed, we got back into snow. Only the weight of the camper and low-range 4WD allowed us to get out on that road.