Left a grey and rainy LA on route to Death Valley. Oh forgot to mention that we went first to Sport Chalet in Burbank where I bought some cool hiking boots and more importantly and the reason for this entry I stood in line with..................James Bond aka Timothy Dalton!
Oh then had to go to REI to buy a new cool hiking jacket. I would like to point out, especially as my wife is looking over my shoulder as I write this epistle, Julia bought the whole of North Face, Patagonia and Salomons the day before. I believe that we will not get cold, wet or miserable on this trip!
Out of the rain and into the desert.....must admit I was feeling shit. Most people would be in hospital but bravely I soldiered on without a word of complaint. Reckon it is a strong viral flu or even pneumonia - Julia thinks I have a cold but she does forget that with a biology degree from Oxford practically makes me a qualified doctor. So my diagnosis must have the most scientific validity.
Julia wanted to stop and buy a gun. Call me a party pooper but I said no.
Julia asked me what the single most come cause of death in death valley was. Using the powers of deduction I soon discounted the possibilities of heat exhaustion, dehydration and rattlesnake bites as too obvious. I claim an achilles heel in my knowledge base and was unable to pinpoint the exact statistic which was.........cars traveling too fast and rolling off the road. For the next hour as we weaved in to Death Valley at night I found myself slightly tense as Julia tried to handle the awesome power of the Toyota Yaris as she navigated the winding roads.
Finally we arrived......staying at the Panamint Springs Resorts. More like a Norman Bates Motel. Food was truly average.
1 comment:
ahhhh bless ... got the dreaded man Flu mate
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