Before going through the Artist’s Drive, we stopped by the Devil’s Golf Course which is pretty much just a rocky terrain covered in salt. It looks so much better and far more interesting if seen in person. I don’t feel that my pictures can do any justice on how amazing the place is. From afar, it only looks like a buncha rocks, but up close, you can really see the salty bits. Looks almost like a flat coral reef.
And since I have a stomach of steel, I was able to unnecessarily confirm that it is salt. Yep, I tried a really, teeny, tiny piece.
Don’t worry, I didn’t chip off a giant rock and try to lick it. That’s gross.
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.”
My siblings and I were supposed to be off to a nerdfest in Vegas, but I just had to get them to stop by this area.
Yeah, I know the name doesn’t sound very appealing, but there is a reason why this place is a national park. Just wish I could’ve seen more of it.