Death Valley Signs of Life

Death Valley National Park, California

Not much death happening around here at this corner of Death Valley.

Devil's Golf Course at Death Valley National Park, California

Just a bunch of life from what we can see. This is the Devil’s Cornfield, made up of clumps of soil weathered by aeolian winds with arrow weeds growing atop of them. What are Aeolian winds? From Wikipedia, I quote: “Aeolian processes, also spelled eolian, pertain to wind activity in the study of geology and weather and specifically to the wind’s ability to shape the surface of the Earth (or other planets). Winds may erode, transport, and deposit materials and are effective agents in regions with sparse vegetation, a lack of soil moisture, and a large supply of unconsolidated sediments. Although water is a much more powerful eroding force than wind, aeolian processes are important in arid environments such as deserts.”

Death Valley National Park, California

Proof that water can run pretty deep here when it does rain, or how does one explain this phenomenon?

Jutta Engelhardt and Caroline Wise in Death Valley National Park, California

Living in Arizona, we have come to not see names of places as literals, such as Bloody Basin, which is not full of blood, and Big Bug Creek, well, maybe the big bugs are now extinct. So when you see Salt Creek on the map in Death Valley and everything tells you that this dryest of dry places is tough on life, who would ever expect to find Salt Creek flowing with water supporting a small marsh? Salt Creek turns out to be the remnant of Lake Manly, which 12,000 years ago during the Holocene was still a real lake before the area turned to desert. Amazingly, underneath all of this scorching desert lies one of the world’s largest aquifers, the legacy of Lake Manly. At Badwater Basin, one can see signs of the aquifer in the small areas covered by a thin layer of water.

Death Valley National Park, California

Not far from the Devil’s Cornfield, we are now visiting the Devils Golf Course.

Death Valley National Park, California

I’d venture that these are the petrified waveforms that froze in time back when the devil was playing golf and listening to whatever kind of music a devil listens to, probably AC/DC.

Jutta Engelhardt and Caroline Wise in Death Valley National Park, California

How lucky we are that on this particular weekend in this most inhospitable of landscapes known as Death Valley, we would find wildflowers in bloom.

Death Valley National Park, California

Sand, flowers, rocks, satan, and snow.

Death Valley National Park, California

There seems to be more water flowing here in Death Valley than one would imagine.

Death Valley National Park, California

After taking a wrong turn here at the Bennetts Long Campsite many years ago, a group of people heading for California’s gold rush area was effectively trapped due to lack of water and navigating skills. While a person did walk about 250 miles looking for help, some of the party died here, hence the naming of the place that would become known as Death Valley.

Death Valley National Park, California

We explored a side canyon with a name that has been lost in time.

Update: In 2023, we took a hike up Golden Canyon, this is that canyon.

Caroline Wise in Death Valley National Park, California

Does my wife have bird-like features, or is it just the weird camera angle?

Death Valley National Park, California

The sun is getting low, and soon, we’ll be overtaken by hunger. Better head for the exit.

Death Valley National Park, California

Tomorrow, we will take in the view from above.

Driving to Death

Caroline Wise, Jutta Engelhardt, and John Wise in the car on the way to Death Valley National Park in California

Some people dream of one day visiting the Great Pyramids in Egypt, others look to ancient Greece and the Acropolis in Athens, but for my mother-in-law, that mythical place her imagination dreamt of visiting one day that felt a million miles away was Death Valley National Park in California, and here she is returning for yet another visit. Nothing seemed more exotic to her than the images conjured up by a place so hostile it is called “Death” Valley. After all, the Sahara may have you thinking giant African desert, but it doesn’t sound horribly foreboding, or the Gobi Desert, you might as well add an extra “s” to desert, and you’d have what sounds like a yummy treat, the gobi dessert. But DEATH Valley, that is something to be reckoned with. So off we go, driving west, driving to DEATH!

Blogging

Jutta Engelhardt sitting at Caroline's computer blogging about her trip to America

During my mother-in-law’s visit to America, I have her blogging about her stay and what she’s been doing, trying, seeing, tasting, and riding. Nearly every day she sits down at Caroline’s computer and hunts and pecks a brief description of events onto Caroline’s blog. Her target audience is her granddaughter back in Germany so she is of course writing in Deutsch. So if you read German, go on over to Caracolina.com and you can read about Jutta’s America experience in her own words.

Leaving

Jutta Engelhardt with Woody and Annie Burns in Santa Barbara, California

This is the main reason for going to Santa Barbara, to visit my Uncle Woody and Aunt Ann. Jutta first met them about four years ago and, ever since, has enjoyed visiting Santa Barbara and getting to know my aunt and uncle a little more.

Rainbow on Interstate 10 in California

Before she returns to Germany in April, we will go back at least once more for another long weekend binge of eating too much pizza, cookies, cake, drinking wine, and shopping at Costco.

Looking for Starfish

It didn’t take long after Jutta came to visit from the old country before we dragged her off to other far away places.

Shoreline Park Beach in Santa Barbara, California

We are in Santa Barbara, California, at Shoreline Park Beach.

Shoreline Park Beach in Santa Barbara, California

Our primary reason to be here is to visit with family, but on occasion, we must make a pilgrimage to the ocean to dunk a toe in the sea during the fierce winter storm front that bombards the West every January – har har.

Jutta Engelhardt and Caroline at Shoreline Park Beach in Santa Barbara, California

Couldn’t find Britney Spears, so we looked for starfish instead. The tide wasn’t out very far; as a matter of fact, it was probably shortly after high tide that we were walking along this stretch of rocky, sandy shore.

Shoreline Park Beach in Santa Barbara, California

No sea life to speak of, nor were there any other visitors.

Jutta Engelhardt and Caroline at Shoreline Park Beach in Santa Barbara, California

I suppose that is a good deal for us that most people want to visit Santa Barbara in the heat of the summer when the fog and rains are never far away, and these winter sunny days with 72-degree temperatures just don’t measure up – silly fools.

Jutta Engelhardt, Caroline and John Wise at Shoreline Park Beach in Santa Barbara, California

It’s nice to share what would otherwise be a bitter cold dark winter in Frankfurt with Jutta here oceanside with us on a sunny day.

Jutta Engelhardt and Caroline at Shoreline Park Beach in Santa Barbara, California

I’d swear this 73-year-old lady looks like a kid at times; it must be that she is enjoying these moments with her daughter.