Artist’s Drive

Strolling through the valley of death, again

Considering how badly 2016 went and how equally terrifying 2017 was going to be, we thought no place was as fitting as Death Valley to celebrate the New Year.

We’re already halfway through the year and I’m still as anxiety-filled as ever.

And hopeful. I’m hopeful, at least.

And danngit, why were there so many freaking people at the sand dunes? Too many footprints everywhere!



Artist’s Drive

What drives an artist?

Hell if I know. That’s not what this post is about. I’m talking about the Artist’s Drive (drive as in drive-thrus, driving down the road, not the motivationally speaking drive), you know, the Artist’s Drive in Death Valley?


Beginning of the trip was exhausting. I felt like I was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, stuffed into car and driven into the desert. Probably because that’s exactly what happened. I slept at 10, then woken up two hours later at 12 with just enough time to brush my teeth before driving off east. I was half asleep, yucky and covered in dirt by the time we left Death Valley.

But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: pictures now, regret later.

Here are some of the pics from the Artist’s Drive. According to the website, it’s a “scenic loop drive through multi-hued volcanic and sedimentary hills.”

Pretty, pretty.