Foodless Near Furnace Creek

I wanted it to be warm. It’s Death Valley, the warmest place on Earth, the valley plunged between two ten thousand foot tall mountain ranges where the crust is thin and the warmth of the Earth’s mantel seeps into the air, trapped by the mountains. It has been above one hundred thirty degrees Farenheit here. […]

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Over the Panamints

I wake at sunrise, but I always do that, because I have no tent. It’s an unusually warm morning, almost 10 C, and I pad around my camp, staring up at the canyon walls. The spring, coated in green algae, the animal bones, where every creature this side of the Panamints come to eat and […]

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The Desert Isn’t the Desert Without Freezing Rain, Cement Plants, Wind, and Lost Credit Cards

I wake up early, already accustomed to sleeping on the ground, the warm bed in Lancaster feeling almost out of place. But of course it’s easier to linger in a warm bed with ELECTRICITY (sleep is what happens in nature after all), and after logging onto Instagram and reading and even attempting valiantly to catch […]

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