The first year we met there it was a tad on the lower end of
our acceptance scale for old motels, but
over the years the owners have invested in their property. Our room last night
was better than a Holiday Inn for ½ the price. In the morning the breakfast bar
has coffee, juice, and the owner Jonny
will make you a waffle with fresh blueberries or strawberry’s. I had one once
and the sugary sweetness just made me
crazy for most of the day. Today I had a bagel, with cream cheese, just for
Buzz. Sorry Buzz I held the butter….
We had to do aboot 60 miles on interstate … 70 mph speed limit but most of
the cars run at least 80. Everyone was minding their manners, but even a short
way on the interstate is just a grind on a bike.
At Baker California we stopped for water, leaving some, and
getting some more. Highway 127 took us north through open desert to Shoshone. and
to Death Valley Junction.
Once in the National Park, we headed for Badwater Basin. It
is the lowest point you can drive to on
a motorcycle on the planet at -280 feet, and after being 80 some feet above sea
level on an ocean liner in the Panama Canal, well it just seemed like the right thing
to do.
In The Shadow Of The Bus
Didn’t stick around long enough to see if the bus driver
looked before backing up. Our accommodations for the evening are at Stovepipe Wells, and by the time we get around to this side of the park the sun is just getting ready to set making some interesting shadows on the Mesquite Dunes.
Black And White of Mesquite Dunes Death Valley California
Dunes in Black and White, still working on that perfect dune
shot…
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