Sunday, January 15, 2017

Exploring Death Valley National Park

The Death Valley National Park newsletter describes the park as “the Hottest, Driest, Lowest and Wildest (contains the largest designated wilderness in the US outside Alaska).”
It certainly is that and more. Despite its morbid name, Death Valley National Park is very much alive and active, attracting folks with a variety of backgrounds and interests: archaeologists, geologists, historians, naturalists, zoologists, botanists, star gazers, explorers and adventurers (and retirees) come to experience all that Mother Nature has created over the past millennia.
Wilderness is the highest level of conservation protection afforded public lands and prohibits mechanical devices including bicycles and wheel barrows. It’s off limits to commercial enterprises but not people, and to qualify as wilderness it must have outstanding opportunities for solitude and primitive unconfined recreation. You can hike, climb, backpack, horseback ride, camp, marvel at the views, take photographs or simply sit in your comfy chair and gaze at the mountains surrounding the valley.


We spent a few days exploring Death Valley National Park 10 years ago. It was an intriguing place then, and a decade later Death Valley remains just as fascinating. 
Camping at Stovepipe Wells with our Alpine group of friends made this visit that much more memorable. 
We stayed for a week, found that it was just enough time to scratch the surface, and definitely want to return to explore and investigate the park more thoroughly.
all set up at Stovepipe Wells with the Smiths, Archers, Collins, and Hasmans
good friends, good company and good times 

At almost 3.4 million acres in size, Death Valley is the largest national park in the contiguous United States. To the west, Telescope Peak towers at over 11,000 feet, while to the east, Dante’s View peaks at over 5,400 feet. And in between lies a valley with the lowest point in North America, the Badwater Basin salt pan, at 282 feet below sea level. The difference in elevation is the most dramatic in a series of parallel mountains and valleys that extends from eastern California all the way to the Rocky Mountains. 
Once again, we got to enjoy and explore the dramatic result of plate tectonics that occurred here over millions of years after the earth’s crust got stretched out and pulled apart to create the steep peaks and slanted valleys of Death Valley.

Winter is a good time to visit. Summer highs can reach 120 degrees Fahrenheit or more. Back in 1913, aptly named Furnace Creek (elevation 190 feet below sea level) soared to a record temperature of 134 degrees Fahrenheit, the hottest recorded temperature in the world. 
Our weather on this visit was mixed. We had cooler weather   than expected and it rained one   day at the lower elevations in the valley, while snow sprinkled the mountain tops at higher altitudes. But the sun shone brightly most of the time and the clear night skies provided exceptional star gazing opportunities in this dark and desolate spot without adjacent city light glow. 

This barren landscape and the variety in geological formations offer wonderful photo opportunities. At different times of the day, the light highlights the various rocks that transform into palettes of striking color. 
It’s a story of millions of years of transformation: this area was once a lake, and also experienced periodic volcanic eruptions. What we see today are the remains of arid badlands with their yellows and tans, colorful canyon walls, and white gypsum and borax deposits on the valley floor. 
I took dozens of photos as we explored various areas.




salty deposits in the valley between the mountain ranges
colorful peaks

mountain edges that look like pleated folds 
spectacular colors of Artist's Palette
Furnace Creek, elevation 190 feet below sea level, has a terrific Visitor Center with displays and a film about the park and its history. I like to learn about the native people who were here centuries before western "discovery" of the area. Death Valley’s native people are the Timbisha Shoshone. Timbisha is their name for this valley and refers to a sacred red pigment found in the mountains overlooking the valley. Timbisha Shoshone inhabited this remote, arid, and hot place for the past one thousand years. With the advent of Western exploration, settlement and mining altered the landscape, diverting spring water and displacing traditional village sites. Western contributions to the history of the area are never without consequences, it appears. While the natives protected this inhospitable area, their stewardship was not readily recognized when the national park was first established. In 2000, the Timbisha became the first Native Americans to secure land rights within a National Park.Today the Timbisha and Park Service work together to protect the land and its resources. 
The first men to enter Death Valley were pioneers heading to the gold rush in 1849. Many gold seeking pioneers arrived at Salt Lake City to be told not to continue on as it was too late in the year and were advised to wait until spring. But the pioneers became restless and organized a wagon train of over 125 wagons with Captain Jefferson Hunt as their guide. At the present-day town of Enterprise, Utah, those impatient with the slow progress decided to take a shortcut toward Walker Pass, hoping to cut 500 miles off the journey.
Within a few days the wagon train came across a major cliff extending several miles in both directions. After about a month of slow progress through central Nevada, they reached the borders of Death Valley in December, arriving at Travertine Springs located near Furnace Creek. 
Why the name "Death Valley"? After stumbling into this desert, the pioneers had to deal with severe consequences, losing animals, wagons, one another, and sometimes lives. It was the Bennett-Arcan party that turned back and said, “Goodbye Death Valley” as they were finally led out by their rescuers.





At Stovepipe Wells there is a historical marker commemorating the hardships endured by the pioneers.


The thing about having a Jeep is that we can now venture out onto trails that are suitable for 4-wheel drive vehicles. One day we went in search of Darwin Falls. Yes, there are real falls in this inhospitable terrain. But you really need to know where to look.
We drove to the trailhead accessed via gravel road west of Panamint Springs, and hiked a mile up Darwin Canyon. After some rock scrambling we arrived at the 20-foot falls, a year-round spring-fed oasis in the desert.
the Alpine party in search of Darwin Falls
the Smiths, Weitzes and Mike Collins with Harley

Darwin Falls, a year-round source of water
On another day the two of us hiked into Mosaic Canyon. The featured attraction of this canyon is hiking within polished marble narrows filled with unique color patterns. 
entering the canyon
layers of marbled rock










At Badwater Basin we crunched our way across the salt flat at the lowest point in North America. Two to four thousand years ago this was the site of a 30-ft deep lake that evaporated and left a one-to-five-foot layer of salt in its wake. It is 4 times saltier than the ocean, remains a basin during winter but shrinks to a puddle size during the hot summer months. It has interesting salt formations.
standing 282 feet below sea level, marked on the mountain above me



walking across the salty expanse of Badwater Basin

a strange, rippled, salty surface
the salt appeared to form in the shape of hexagons
looks like snow and ice but it's salt
We gals went on several morning walks. One was to the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes. The tawny dunes rise to nearly 150 ft in some areas and are surrounded by mountains on both sides. The dunes are one of the many geologic highlights in this valley and the crescent contours are visible from afar, and are especially spectacular at sunset. 
made it to the top of the dune: Stephanie, Toni, Michele and me
Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes seen from the road
We all set out on the 40-mile juddery, unpaved, off-road vehicle drive along West Side Road to explore less accessible points of interest. 
lots of bouncing and dust
We took the turnoff to Shorty's Well, but couldn't find it.
no well, oh well....

Further along, there was a turnoff for a grave marker for two prospectors. This is where Jim Dayton and Frank "shorty" Harris lie buried. Apparently Jim Dayton died a horrible death according to a newspaper article: https://cdnc.ucr.edu/cgi-bin/cdnc?a=d&d=LAH18990825.2.177
Frank Harris, a colorful character, was Dayton's friend and asked to be buried beside him. 
The inscription reads as follows:
Bury me beside Jim Dayton in the valley we loved. Above me write:
"Here lies Shorty Harris, a single blanket, jackass prospector."
Epitaph requested by Shorty (Frank) Harris, beloved gold hunter. 1856-1934
Here Jas. Dayton, pinoneer perished 1898.
To these trailmakers whose courage matched the dangers of the land, this bit of earth dedicated forever.





Here is a link to Frank "Shorty" Harris's story: http://www.legendsofamerica.com/nv-shortyharris.html

Gold, borax and talc were mined in Death Valley with limited success. We stopped to check out the ruins of the Eagle Borax Works, the first borax works in the valley, established in 1882 and operated for two years until the owner took his own life. Borax has been Death Valley's most profitable mineral. It's used in laundry detergent, cosmetics, insulation in walls and roof, in fire extinguishers, and ceramic dishes, as well as in the glass used on electronic touchpads. 

Borax is only present if volcanoes have added boron rich lava into the mix. 
today all that remains are mounds where the kilns once stood
The marker for Bennett's Long Camp is noteworthy because it marks the spot where the Bennett-Arcane contingent of the Death Valley 49-ers broke away from the rest of the wagon party and became stranded seeking a shortcut to the gold fields of California. They remained here for well over a month nearly perishing from starvation. Two young companions,Manly and Rogers, undertook an heroic journey on foot to San Fernando, returning with supplies, and then led the party to the safety of San Francisquito Ranch near Newhall.
Eventually we reached the turn off to Warm Spring Canyon which took us along more washes and rutted sand and gravel paths. Miles later, we began to see the remains of old mining shafts.

heading towards Warm Spring Canyon under grey skies and softly falling rain


an old abandoned mine shaft



how anyone discovered minerals worth mining in this remote area is in itself a feat
On Sunday we all went to brunch at the rather ritzy and historic Furnace Creek Inn, established in 1927. It remains an oasis in this desert, and boasts a warm spring fed pool and pretty garden with palm trees.

oasis in the desert, a natural spring pond surrounded by palms

spring fed pool
We'll be back again next year. There remains more to explore and investigate in this valley, not to mention re-visiting the attractions from our first visit 10 years ago.