March 1, 2026
I awoke, throwing off my sweaty 15-degree sleeping bag and rolling off the four-season rated sleeping pad at 6am. I felt parched. I did not sleep well at all. But I survived a night of camping in Death Valley in mid-60s lows!

After packing up, Lindsey and I headed out to grab breakfast at the Furnace Creek General Store and do our visitor center duties. We had a really weird interaction at the visitor center, where signage said to show your park pass in order to get a unigrid brochure. I collect unigrids, so of course I made a beeline to show my pass. I was handed a park newspaper, so I asked if they had any unigrids available. “We only have 250 left so we’re not really giving them out.” Uhhh… so I explained to her I collect them, placing each one in a plastic sleeve in a binder and she begrudgingly turned one over to me. Considering Stovepipe Wells was handing them out routinely, it was odd Furnace Creek was pretty much denying everyone one?

ANYWAYS…

By now it was almost 9am, but we were still getting a bit of an “early” start. We headed back south on the same route we took to Badwater Basin the night before. Death Valley was in the throes of a wildflower superbloom (the best one since 2016!), so we took the chance to make some roadside stops to photograph the wildflowers before the crowds descended.




















Artists Drive was our next destination, a 9-mile long one-way drive up and through Artists Palette. Gosh do I love a good ol’ one-way drive in a national park! This drives ascends through volcanic deposits of varying hues, and ends with some views over Badwater Basin.





Our first stop was a pull off that looked like there was some good views. The temperature felt hot (I am sure it was skirting the 80s already), but we hoofed it up the hill, and then up another hill to see what the view would have in store for us. It wasn’t the most dramatic view, but I at least found a rock to stand on!




We continued up the road a short ways to Artists Palette. There are restrooms here (which are smelly vault toilets… thanks to Death Valley being rather hot, vault toilets have plenty of time to stew!), which we used before setting out on the short, but steep hike into Artists Palette.



















Next up was Devils Golf Course, and another special item checked off my list of all the things to experience: the lowest elevation road in the United States! I’ve driven and cycled the highest paved road in the U.S., Mount Blue Sky Scenic Byway, which reaches 14,130 feet. The road out to Devils Golf Course is -277 feet!




Devils Golf Course is a salt flat that has been eroded, leaving sharp spires and mounds. One hell of a place to not play golf! I loved getting up close to the salt crystals, and it is possibly to carefully pick your way around them to walk out as far as you wish. I will caution that sunglasses are absolutely necessary as it is painfully bright in full sun reflecting off the white salt flat!














After our devilish experience at the lowest point you can drive, we were excited to spend a bit of time in the air conditioned car. After a very pricey fill up (gas was over $5/gallon at Furnace Creek), we headed north towards Stovepipe Wells, another small settlement in the national park. Our day in Death Valley National Park was slowly wrapping up, but we’d have a gorgeous drive and a few more hours to spend.





My scratch off poster of “100 Greatest National Parks Hikes” included Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes, so that stop was up next. I am not sure what was going to count as a hike, and it was sweltering hot (over 90 at this point), but we settled on a short jaunt out on the sand dunes. I’ve read in various places that in the summer months people will have their shoes melt, and though I am unsure how true this is, it seems plausible as the sand was hot even during our visit.




Stovepipe Wells is just a short distance from the sand dunes. First stop was the ranger station for passport stamp and a unigrid for Lindsey, and then we popped into the general store for one last Death Valley postcard buying spree. Lunch was at The Toll Road Restaurant, which was a very pleasant surprise as the food was very good!





With bellies full, we left the lowest place in the country to climb several thousand feet in elevation towards the Eastern Sierra. Here we come, Lone Pine!








Yes, Lone Pine, we are on our way… but not without admiring volcano stuff first! I had no idea how volcanic the landscape could be in western Death Valley, and I was here for it. Father Crowley Vista Point was one of my favorite spots on this entire trip, with a panoramic view into Rainbow Canyon, and beyond to the Panamint Valley and Telescope Peak. After laughing about some boisterous youth talking about how their uncle has applied to become a saint (wait, is this how it works… just an application?!), we drove a short dirt road out to Padre Point which would make one hell of a campsite if it was legal to do so!













From the vista point, we entered the land of Joshua trees, and found ourselves leaving the national park. We descended into a stormy Owen Valley, with clouds obscuring views of The Sierra, and one of my biggest mountain muses, Mount Whitney. Winds whipped sand, dust, and whatever else it could pick up across the road.










We made it to the Eastern Sierra Interagency Visitor Center forty-five minutes before closing, so we did our usual run through the gift shop, which is impressive (and I bought my one and only book of the trip!). The exhibits were great, and I enjoyed the one explaining the volcanic arc, which answered a lot of my questions I had earlier in the day. We capped off the visitor center with me offering the park ranger a $21,000 bribe for a Mount Whitney permit… yes, I literally did this. No, he did not accept it (thankfully, for my credit card’s sake). Him and I enjoyed a great chat, as he’s a ranger in Yellowstone during the summer. I felt kinda comforted about my chances in this year’s permit lottery when he said “wait, you haven’t won after three tries?!” Or was it apprehension? I may just be the unluckiest person ever when it comes to securing a Mount Whitney permit.



After a sweltering night in a tent at Furnace Creek, Lindsey and I were excited for two nights in the comfort of central air conditioning and queen beds at the Best Western (which was a lovely hotel and we had a great stay!). We checked in shortly after 4:30 and enjoyed some time relaxing, writing postcards, and catching up on what was going on in the world before finally heading to dinner at The Grill.


Utterly exhausted from lack of sleep, high heat, and having a process all the amazingness, bedtime was early and swift. Fingers crossed for clear views to Mount Whitney in the morning!
Wow I am just blown away
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