Friday, October 24, 2014

Death Valley


Death Valley:


After our final glimpse of the Colorado at lake Mead at the lower end of the Grand Canyon its off to the valley with the ominous sounding name “Death Valley”.

In 1849, emigrants looking for a shortcut to the Californian goldfields endured a two month ordeal of “hunger, thirst and awful silence” as they traversed this 192 kilometre long graben (sunken section of the earth’s surface.)  One member of the party died, prompting the last to leave to say, no doubt with great feeling, “Good-bye, Death Valley” The name has endured.

Just 160 kilometres from the highest point in the southern 48 states, Mt Whitney - 4000 metres+ , the Valley is known for its extremes – up to 85 metres below sea level, less than 50mm annual rainfall (in the rain shadow of the Sierra Nevada) and maximum temperature of 55 degrees Celsius – it none-the-less supports a surprising variety of life. A rare heavy shower of rain can bring forth a brightly coloured carpet of wildflowers from the more than 1,000 plant species found here. More surprising are the pupfish, snails and other aquatic life found in and around springs – relics from times past when the valley was an ice-age, melt-water lake. Mammals such as bobcats, kit foxes, coyotes and nocturnal rodents, birds, reptiles including the rattlesnake, spiders, scorpions and many other invertebrates are also common but elusive

In spite of these extreme conditions, Death Valley National Park is a popular destination for tourists with around one million visitors annually, a fact that doesn’t greatly surprise us based on the number of tour buses, RVs, caravans and cars we see regularly along the road.

Our base for two nights is Furnace Creek Ranch which is adjacent to the Timbisha Shoshone Village. These hardy people have occupied the valley for the last 6,000 years or so and now jointly manage the region with the National Parks Service.

While the main route through the Valley is excellent, we are somewhat restricted in where we can go here as many of the roads are either unpaved (a strict no-no for rental vehicles) or otherwise unsuited to larger rigs such as ours. As we descend towards Furnace Creek we are able to absorb the broad valley unfolding ahead -nestled between steepling, jagged peaks - and wonder at the almost surreal, dramatically sculpted and rather fantastically coloured landscape at Zabriskie. This was the site of one of the many mining activities – borax, silver and gold – during the typical mining town boom and bust years.

The valley floor consists predominantly of broken rock swept initially from the surrounding steep mountain canyons and gullies as huge, overlapping alluvial fans and then re-distributed along the valley floor by Salt Creek in times of rare flooding rains. Normally dry, it would seem that on occasions the valley must receive a large portion of its annual precipitation in one huge cloudburst which transforms the creek into a raging torrent such is the impressive result of its work.

A most enjoyable and rewarding day is spent taking a guided tour through the intriguing Scotty’s Castle followed by the natural wonder of Ubehebe Crater.

‘Scotty’s Castle’ is the subject of one of the Valley’s many fascinating folk tales. A one-time entertainer with Buffalo Bill and Annie Oakley, Scotty became a very clever and successful con-man. His greatest deception was to convince a number of rich investors in New York that he had discovered a rich gold mine in Death Valley. Among those to invest were Chicago businessman Albert Johnson and his wife Bessie. By the time that they discovered the hoax they had become firm friends with Scotty and had fallen in love with the Grapevine Canyon Spring area of Death Valley. The climate was good for Albert’s health and allowed him to indulge in cowboy-style adventures while Bessie was taken by the beauty and solitude of the whole Valley and so, throughout the 1920s they built their extremely luxurious castle which they called Death Valley Ranch.  Scotty continued to live on the property and perpetuated the myth of the goldmine, passing the property off as his own, ‘financed’ of course by the non-existent gold. The Johnsons never corrected this story and Albert became Scotty’s source of ‘gold’ for the rest of his life. In the words of Albert, “We have been partners for a long time. Scott has a great appetite for money and I like to feed it. He has always repaid me – in laughs.”The National Parks Service now maintains what has become known as ‘Scotty’s Castle’ and preserves not only the house but also the stories and experiences of the Johnsons and Death Valley Scotty.


At around 2,000 years, Ubehebe Crater is quite young in geological terms. One of many such explosion craters throughout the valley, Ubehebe is evidence of the underlying geothermal activity which sometimes breaks through to the surface. These craters are created when magma rises upwards and contacts groundwater to create an explosive mixture of superheated steam and rock which eventually blasts through the surface to create huge chasms such as this 800 metre wide, 50 metre deep crater.

As we leave the area Elaine spots our first – very well camouflaged - coyote and, quite
fittingly in Loony Tunes tradition, we encounter a roadrunner in the campground upon our return. The following morning a number of coyotes are scavenging quite openly opposite the campsite and along the roadside as we depart.

Rather surprisingly for such an arid region, there are very few sand-dunes. We spend some time exploring the largest collection, 36 square kilometres of wind sculpted quartz grain dunes at Mesquite Flat on our way out of the Valley. From Towne Pass, some 1500 metres above the valley floor in the Panamint Range, we can see, less than 80 kilometres away, the 4,000 metre peaks of the Sierra Nevada on the eastern boundary of Giant Sequoia

National Park, our next destination. They however form an impenetrable barrier and so we detour south through the desert terrain of Panamint Valley to Bakersfield and then north to the Park along the western edge of the range, a distance of around 270 kilometres.


Just as the ‘awful silence’ of the Panamint desert environment is shattered by the ear-splitting roar of military aircraft from the nearby Naval Air Weapons Station, we come across a small, hand-written, wooden sign by the roadside that evokes a twinge of homesickness. Yes, it was named after our very own Ballarat but had a far less illustrious history as it served surrounding mining camps for only 20 years during which time they produced, ‘about a million in gold.’



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