|Above: My husband and me, Jethro and me, a serene date palm grove at Furnace Creek and a quick FOTD shot before heading to the sand dunes.
This week, I spent some much needed time away from my normal Southern CA locale. Between an insane work schedule and a pernicious attachment to my laptop, a few days in Death Valley was a welcome respite to my hectic existence. After sending a litany of emails, prepping some Beauty Professor auto posts, and packing enough clothes and makeup for a three week–rather than three day–excursion (hey, a girl needs options!), we hit the road for the desert.
Despite the rather macabre name, Death Valley boasts a variety of impressive claims and natural wonders including being the lowest point in North America, the hottest place in America (134 degrees…it only gets anywhere near this scorching in the dead of summer), Titus Canyon, Artist’s Palette, Devil’s Golf Course, salt flats, monumental sand dunes, haunting ghost towns and exactly two hotels (Furnace Creek and Stovepipe Wells).
Oh, and it might be important to note that there is little to no phone and Internet signal throughout the expanse of the valley…additionally, our room at Stovepipe Wells didn’t have either a telephone or a television; this situation was charmingly rustic and allowed me to do some serious reading (got to love quality time with Coco Chanel)!
|Above: I couldn’t help but juxtapose the lipsticks I happened to have on hand (yes, I may have a problem) with this antediluvian train track in the middle of nowhere. Even the desert needs By Terry, Tom Ford, Dolce & Gabbana and Sensai!
|Above: Desert sightings…this brothel structure is in Rhyolite, a ghost town that fizzled by the turn of the century….if only those walls could talk. The “train tracks to nowhere,” discovered while en-route to the Trona Peaks.
|Above: Our last stop of the trip was the famed Amargosa Opera House and Hotel, which was singlehandedly restored by Marta Becket in the late 1960’s. This is WELL off of the beaten track and infinitely intriguing…the hotel rooms have definitely seen some life since the early mining days (and are all decorated with murals by Becket) and the nearest gas station is over 30 miles away. So happy to have taken this trip with my husband and family (that’s my mom and me in the lower right corner!).