SUPERBLOOM!!! WE MUST GO TO SEE IT!!! ALL HAIL SUPERBLOOM!!!! Hey everything’s brown... We missed it, oh well. Don’t read any further...
Every year we set out for the area in and around Death Valley National Park. The first year it was the items on the Park Map: The Racetrack, Lippincott pass, Saline Hot springs and we even found a few adopt-a-cabins. The following year we stuck to roads that didn’t exist on most maps and found ever more interesting places and cabins. Every year since, going on 9 now, we scour maps for months ahead of time trying to find new surprises and gems before we ever start the truck up to head out!
2016 was no different. We had a lot we wanted to cover, but we’ve also gotten better at trying to focus on one area instead of it all. This year we would start in Mojave and use Butte Valley as our northern most point. (Traditionally Butte valley would be our southern most post)
After working a long day in Phoenix, AZ we rolled into camp well after dark. What we woke up to was extraordinary.
Most of us slept in our trucks, but my brother and T slept in the cabin. This one is very well kept and visited almost every night. We were lucky to get it, but thankfully a Wed night is the most likely to get it.
I had to get up and walk around. There is something special about mornings in the desert. All the more so when you didn’t get to see it the night before.
So many old mining ruins. The air is dry, cold and still.
This was a beautiful spot. Within sight of the I-15 and people speeding on their way to Vegas to loose money or speeding home to Los Angeles to go and make some more.
Sometimes it’s nice to step back from that obvious rat race to think about other ways you yourself fall into that trap. Always gunning for that promotion so you can afford more toys, but in the process work too long to have time to use them? Always finding that your costs exactly match your current pay? Funny how that works...
This little shanty of a cabin sits in view of all the sheep, but is somehow so far removed from it.
Tin can alley next to the guest house.
The folks who are working to keep this cabin in shape are coming back to complete a bench on this swinging bed frame.
The walls are filled with photos of the original inhabitant.
Although this room looks a bit eerie in the lighting, it’s just had a new floor put in making it a much nicer spot to spend time than before.
Now, go sit in that chair and practice violin until your fingers bleed. Now.
There is a little artifact museum in one room that exists, only if people resist the temptation to take things home with them. I know it’s strong, but do you really want to deprive others of the wonder you felt?
Plus, my Danish friend says their Queen makes a mean ham!
There was even a note from the son of the Cabin’s owner thanking folks for all of the hard work.
We took our time getting going and spent the first half of the day just exploring the old cabins and mining remnants of this little valley.
Off to the next cabin!
The interior was the cleanest of any I’d ever seen. It had a lot of recent work done as well.
In it hung this note:
Moving around the valley the next camp had a bus that was visible for miles away.
For some reason buses and commercial trucks are always imposing. Even when in the desert without an engine. I feel like at any moment they can decide to crush you.
The transmission on the bus was free and you could still find a couple of gears. It’s amazing what some oil and a well sealed case can do to prevent rust.
The interior was rough.
This bunker had a fair amount of time put into keeping it secure. Concrete, home made latches and hidden hinges. It may just have been food stored here, but someone wanted it to be safe.