Thursday, 29 November 2007
Thursday, 15 November 2007
Utah - Virgin
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Las Vegas Regained
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Big ditch, big dreams
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Grand Canyon West - Indian Village
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Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Grand Canyon West
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Monday, 12 November 2007
Hoover Dam
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Sunday, 11 November 2007
Las Vegas Lost
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Las Vegas - The Strip
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Las Vegas - The Comedy Stop
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Las Vegas - Willie Nelson
But you don't think I'm funny anymore.
I used to fake a heart attack and fall down on the floor
Even I don't think that's funny anymore."
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Arriving Las Vegas
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Death Valley - Badwater Basin
How low can you go?
Here Marcus and I visited what I hope will be the lowest point in our lives.
I was tempted to start up a game of limbo with the other tourists. Every one of us could have beaten our personal best by at least several dozen metres. Alas it was simply too hot to contemplate. Someone would have passed out and created yet another opportunity for a bad "low moment" joke. We certainly didn't need any more of those.
Technically the lowest point in the basin is a few miles to the west. Visitors are discouraged from going there because the crust is fragile and dangerous to traverse, so the sign is posted at this point, almost as low.
The water of Badwater isn't actually bad, just misunderstood. Saltier than the ocean, it is certainly bad to drink, but it is fit for its own purpose. It supports both plant and animal life, including the brilliantly named Badwater Snail.
From this point where I was too hot to limbo, some crazy people actually start a foot race, except that they do it in July - peak summer. The Badwater Ultramarathon was conceived as a race between the lowest point (Badwater) and the highest point (Mt Whitney) in the contiguous United States. For various complicated reasons that you can read about for yourself in the Wikipedia entry, the course has been shortened to end at at Whitney Portal, the trailhead to Mount Whitney, although competitors are encouraged to continue to the summit once they have finished the "official" race. The event is by invitation only and bills itself as "the world's toughest foot race," which it probably is. The official course is 215 km (135 mi) starting here at 85 m (282 ft) below sea level and ending at an elevation of 2548 m (8360 ft). Personally, I'm just happy that I made it back up the stairs to the Cream Puff.
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Friday, 9 November 2007
Death Valley - Devil's Golf Course
The Devil's Golf Course was my favourite stop in Death Valley. It is a rock hard, gnarled jumble of salt and mud pinnacles.
The rough outcroppings are created when brine in a deeper layer of mud is evaporated. The high mineral content was deposited by ancient salt lakes and is added to by floods that still sometimes cover the floor of the basin. Wind and water erosion continue to shape the salt crystals in a pattern that is ever changing, but appears solid and permanent. Believe me, those lumps are hard. I knelt on a couple to take photographs and they hurt my knees.
The Devil's Golf Course is also a good example of promotional language becoming place names in Death Valley. It was named for part of a 1934 National Park Service guide book to Death Valley, which said that "Only the devil could play golf" on this surface.
Encouraged by the description of this weird landscape as being covered with "almost pure table salt," we simply had to taste the Devil's Golf Course.
The verdict? Saltier than Vegemite, but I wouldn't want to spread it on my toast.
Although I have given the official line above about the ongoing source of the salt, I do have an alternative theory. I think the Devil's Golf Course may be sustained, and even expanded, by the sweat of tourists. I personally deposited several drips of highly saline sweat from which almost all of the water had evaporated before it even hit the ground. Here sweat doesn't have time to make your clothes feel damp before it swirls away into the amazing humidity vacuum of the desert, leaving the tourist, and the Devil's Golf Course, caked with salt crystals. I know that you're supposed to take nothing away from a National Park, but I didn't feel bad about eating the salt here. I'm confident that Death Valley made a net salt gain from my visit.
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