DEATH VALLEY- CA A hot, hot place. Although it only reached 98 when I was there. The barren land was only spotted with green at resorts like this one where the palm trees huged their irrigated land closely and the ones who strayed to far died.

I hiked the sand dunes, splashed in the standing water on the salt flats, attempted to bake cookies on my dash board when I went off hiking and tried to avoid the Germans in their rented RVs.