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409--California: Death Valley--Dunes & Devils @ CherieSpotting     Apr 08 2008 - 10:42 PST cherie writes: Karem, Dean, Greg and I went to the Devil’s Golf Course to see if we could get a birdie. No birds there, just lots of crusty salt and a view of jagged white earth that seemed to go on forever. But we found a tiny salt cavern and tasted the salt of the earth (salty, as you might expect!) Next we headed to a sea of sand and I climbed to the top of the highest dune in Mesquite Flat Dunes (I can tell you from experience that they aren’t flat.) Dean and Karem admired the blooming flowers while Greg sprawled out on a polygon cracked ancient lakebed. We ended the day exhausted (but hydrated!) Here are some photos from Death Valley National Park. Click on each picture to see it full size. read comments (0) | write comment| views: 4507    | rated: 0.0    printer-friendly version   Cherie and Greg on the salt cracked Devil's Golf Course in Death Valley, California. Dean is sure to loose a ball or two at the Devil's Golf Course. Greg, Cherie, Karem and Dean on the salt-caked earth in Death Valley. Unique salt formations. Cherie tries the salt of the earth. It tastes like salt. I think this part of the earth needs some lotion. Dean and Karem find a hunk of "white gold." We discovered a mini salt cave. It almost looks like a manger (imagination required.) *Plastic baby Jesus not included. Salt flats (not flat) dwarfed by the mountains. Did we land on the moon? Are you sure we're in California? Cherie and Karem, friends for over a decade. Cherie & Greg by the Mesquite Flat Dunes. Karem revives Dean with a sip of water. Hydration is crucial in the cruel desert climate. Karem shows off her good-luck penny (found on the sand dunes by Cherie.) Those freckles at the top of the dune are hikers. Dean and Karem find flowers in the desert. Dean always takes time to smell every flower. Even in the most impossible circumstances, life finds a way. Greg stops to rest on an ancient cracked lakebed. Wind ripples the warm sand. Cherie raises a bottle (of water) as she prepares to hike up the highest dune. Greg watches and waits. Undulating sand dunes in Death Valley. Here the sand is disturbed only by the wind. The crest of a sand dune. Cherie's solitary footsteps as she walked up the dune alone. Mountains of sand. Seas of sand sculpted by the wind. A Death Valley Dune during the last few hours of daylight. Anyone else craving a croissant? A sand mountain juxtaposed against a granite mountain. The sand sings as is slides down the dune. Smooth and soft. A dune with an "alluvial fan" (that's just a fancy way of saying "gathering of debris.") Dune textures are as unique as fingerprints. The cracked earth of Death Valley. Bring your own water here! Greg waits patiently in the sand as the final slivers of sunlight fade.