Kevin: “It seems my hot weather lovers are all burned out.”
Kristin: “We’re used to a different kind of heat.”
Kevin: “What kind of heat would that be?”
Emily: “Less heat.”
And it’s only the first week of March.
I don't know about you, but I had never seen enough pictures of Death Valley to have a good idea of what to expect. I was envisioning vast expanses of flat, dusty nothing surrounded by some basic treeless mountains. I knew about the Racetrack Playa with it's walking rocks which we didn't get to see (but google it - very cool). I knew about Scotty's Castle (meh). I had been told Death Valley was amazing and I believed that well enough that over the last few years I had nurtured a pretty strong desire to get here. I wanted to see for myself. I really wanted to get out and search and know it as my own. In short, I came thirsty.