At some point, we couldn't just keep sitting around while The Radavist had all the fun in Death Valley.
Don't get me wrong, there's been no shortage of weekend radventures out of LA in recent years. But somehow Death Valley always elude my radar, until the stars recently aligned with a group I met through Topanga Creek Outpost. It was also perhaps the last ideal weekend out there before temperatures really start broiling. So we were off!
After our mad dash to finish packing, the route commenced (several hours beyond schedule, of course) with a gnarly descent into Saline Valley. We quickly discovered that any "descending" on this journey would offer no respite from the grueling climbs. It was bumpy. Like, really bumpy. The whole way.