Devil’s Golf Course

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!

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Devil’s Golf Course

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.

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