I was up early this morning to see the beautiful sunrise and this wonderful little creature. I stood very still and he came very close -
We packed our lunch, piled in 2 vehicles and went to the staging area for our trip to Strozzi’s Ranch. We were told yesterday that the guides could only take a total of 12 vehicles on a tour (including the guide and tail runner) per new National Park Rules (?) so we wanted to make sure we got in on that tour.
Molly is ready:
After signing the releases off we went:
Our first stop was the Rhyolite cemetery where we took a short break, explored the cemetery, and left some air out of the tires for a smoother ride.
There were many graves, marked and unmarked and some new graves - very interesting place.
The ghost town of Rhyolite in the distance:
More information can be found at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhyolite,_Nevada
Our journey continues:
We made it to the end of the road - Strozzi’s Ranch. This area was homesteaded by Caesar Strozzi in 1931 and was used seasonally between 1931 and 1947. It now belongs to Death Valley National Park.
We took a break here, had lunch and looked around. It was cold - Brrrr. The ranch is at 6000’.
Many artifacts were just laying around and were neat to see. One of the girls on the trip picked up a canteen to take and was told to put it down (not allowed to take the artifacts in a National Park). She finally did end up with a piece of something - such a shame. She wouldn’t listen to anyone and pretty much was going to do what SHE wanted to do.
Sometimes I think we should have just got her name and reported her but we didn’t.
The view from the ranch:
We continued on our way back to the valley:
Then up another hill where we stopped to enjoy the view:
The road we came down before we stopped:
Now this is where it got interesting for me. Most of the people that know me, know that I “freak out” when I am going down a steep hill on a narrow road with no guardrails (Yes, I have been known to scream and yell to let me out - sad to say.)
So as we went down, I watched, then looked away and probably repeated that many, many times.
Here is the first picture:
Here is the last picture when we are down - and nothing in between:
Some day I may get use to it. In the meantime, God bless my friends who can handle my craziness!
From there we went to the ghost town of Rhyolite. No pictures, sorry, I was pooped! Our last stop before heading home was Beatty for gas and an ice cream.
Another wonderful day in Death Valley.
Stay tuned and enjoy today.