Lighthawk
Weekend warrior
We really enjoyed our visit to Saline Valley last year and decided to spend the week 'tween Christmas and NY to revisit favorite spots and explore new terrain. We knew Gene would be there and also hoped to see other WTW friends.
We left on Dec 26th after properly entertaining our offspring on Christmas. The camper was packed and we were off early the next morning. The drive around Tahoe and down 395 was easy in the cold but clear weather. The West Walker River was heavily wreathed in ice and Bridgeport reservoir was a solid sheet of ice. A quick dip at Travertine Hot Spring rejuvinated us for the rest of the six hour drive. The springs and seeps all around Travertine were mounded with sheet of ice. I remarked that any rancher wanting to know where the springs were would do well to tour his land during freezing temps.
A final gas up at Big Pine and we were off on Death Valley Rd., not to return for seven days. We went directly to the Eureka Dunes as the sunset illuminated the colorfully banded Last Chance Range. The campground was empty when we arrived, although there was one other party at the camp an 1/8 mile to the east. The temps started falling as the darkness enveloped the valley. The moon was a sliver, hanging over the western horizon as I suited up in a down parka to photograph moonset from the dunes. I made sure to ask Susan to leave the porch light on so I could find my way back in the pitch darkness of the uninhabited Eureka Valley.
The amber light beam in the center of the photo is our camper.
Walking back off the dune I could feel the cold-sink thermocline. It was 22F when I returned and down to 16F before we went to sleep. The low overnight was 10F. We ran the Wave all night and had the reflectix up so we were comfy.
To be continued . . .
We left on Dec 26th after properly entertaining our offspring on Christmas. The camper was packed and we were off early the next morning. The drive around Tahoe and down 395 was easy in the cold but clear weather. The West Walker River was heavily wreathed in ice and Bridgeport reservoir was a solid sheet of ice. A quick dip at Travertine Hot Spring rejuvinated us for the rest of the six hour drive. The springs and seeps all around Travertine were mounded with sheet of ice. I remarked that any rancher wanting to know where the springs were would do well to tour his land during freezing temps.
A final gas up at Big Pine and we were off on Death Valley Rd., not to return for seven days. We went directly to the Eureka Dunes as the sunset illuminated the colorfully banded Last Chance Range. The campground was empty when we arrived, although there was one other party at the camp an 1/8 mile to the east. The temps started falling as the darkness enveloped the valley. The moon was a sliver, hanging over the western horizon as I suited up in a down parka to photograph moonset from the dunes. I made sure to ask Susan to leave the porch light on so I could find my way back in the pitch darkness of the uninhabited Eureka Valley.
The amber light beam in the center of the photo is our camper.
Walking back off the dune I could feel the cold-sink thermocline. It was 22F when I returned and down to 16F before we went to sleep. The low overnight was 10F. We ran the Wave all night and had the reflectix up so we were comfy.
To be continued . . .