I didn’t set out at all to bike Death Valley. I had a client to see in Cottonwood Arizona, so I got an early start from California, had the meeting and was coming home at 11,500 feet just past Las Vegas, about over Pahrump. I looked out the left window and thought about how I still hadn’t visited Death Valley, and then it occurred to me that I could. So I sent a text to my wife and one to my daughter that I was going to spend the night in Death Valley and return in the morning. I circled and waited for a response. I didn’t know if I could find a payphone on the ground, and I didn’t want to go unless I knew that at least one of them knew what my plan was. I got a text back from my wife, so down I went, landing in Furnance Creek after circling for photos.
I had my bike with me, so I biked up to Zabriskie Point, which is really all I had time for before it got dark. I stopped by the campground store for a beer and some food, and I just removed another seat so I could stretch out and sleep in the plane.
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