Toying with the idea of crossing over into Death Valley, I practiced my self-titillation at the southern end of Panamint Valley. A nice stopping place a few miles south of Trona, The Pinnacles are anomolous tufa in a sea of sedimentary.
It rained for two days occluding the view. So we waited. With a strong showing of azure and some white fluffies for contrast, the road was a hopscotch of puddlea (how's THAT for a plural?) & ponds. As a topper, there's a steep hill and a small sea (without the rain probly an unnoticeable depression) just before the info plaques.
TO THE RIGHT
TO THE LEFT
Along the way we'd waved to a Honda Accord, but they didn't stop to say whether they'd walked the last half mile down the escarpment or over the great water.
TO THE NORTHWEST
I kept Smith leashed as there were people about. It's a popular spot with dispersed camping allowed throughout the area.
PHOEBE!!! (Named after the Gates' daughter)
