Into the Valley of Death
It was a long drive, freeway for miles then a long highway for hours. We were going straight, miles of straight until a bend. Well, the bend was at a place called Area 51. Strange monsters live the other side of that fence Poppy.
We didn’t hang around, on we went. Jeep was struggling with keeping in a straight line. This is an important skill in the desert.
For a wee change we pulled off to visit a ghost town called Rhyolite, To me the last town called Amargora Valley was more of a ghost town.
One strange thing was a house that was made out of bottles!
I wouldn’t want to walk about here after a night on the jolly juice.
Time to get settled jeep took us to a motel in a place called Beatty where mum got a surprise welcome from the local burrows, this one was called Mosco. Don’t think you would like him though.
Next morning after a good breakfast we jumped in Jeep and headed into the valley. As we dropped down it got hotter and hotter. At the bottom we were at the deepest point in America. The bad water basin. Its 86m below sea level. Jeep took us on a wee detour and we ended up taking us down a canyon, then climbed up a fair o’ll hill.
Next stop the devil’s golf course. Tell you what the open championship will not be played here!
Finally, Jeep took us to the desert sand dunes, to be fair they were a wee bit like the ones in Northumberland, smaller but bigger than Irvin though and a good bit hotter.
We were going to a cozy wee pub called The Happy Burro. On the way there a complete nutter accosted us. We were nice and polite but she completely lost it when we couldn’t give her any hash. Sometimes it’s best just to walk away. We were glad when we got to the pub.
Dinner was good and the beer was cold. Happy Dad. The locals were very friendly.
Time for bed. We sneaked out the pub keeping an eye open for nutter woman. They have guns here Poppy.