my dad used to take us to strange places when i was a kid growing up in Las Vegas. One time he drove us to Death Valley. I remember listening to "I Cant Tell You" by the Eagles a few times in FM radio. Now that song reminds me the desert. I wore a bandana so i could let the sun pelt my tightened hair to straighten it (the sun being like a curling iron). i was very self-conscious about my nappy hair.
(much like Don Henley's in this photo)
Down narrow and lonesome roads, it was like driving on Mars. there was nobody around us , we could died out there if we were stranded. but my dad trucked on. we went to highest peak around the rim of death valley. we stopped at a scenic site overlooking death valley (Dante's View).
my sister and my mom stayed in the car and looked from there. but my dad and i ventured to the every edge of the cliff. from that high, we could see the entire span of death valley from end to end. i was done looking and i shot some polaroids. my dad came back into the car , he looked spooked. he claimed he saw a woman in a red dress on the side of the cliff. there were no other cars at the scenic site. my sister and i dubbed it the 'lady in red' incident .
We took the dizzy road down to the very bottom of this white pit in the middle of summer. it was 120 degrees in the fuckin shade. it seemed like we drove forever around the valley. then my dad claimed we had finally reached our destination. he turned onto dirt road and drove us about 6 miles into the wild god damned desert. he stopped the car in the dead dust and told us to get out. with slight apprehension we did.
"smell." he said.
i looked at my sister and my sister looked at me with the goofball look. we fuckin smelled. it smelled like soap. everything smelled like soap for miles. my dad's big idea was to drive his family for 6 hours in the desert to Furnace Creek, Death Valley...capital of borax mining.
BTW: I'm officially a Machole as of tonight. OS X is weird, baby
(much like Don Henley's in this photo)
Down narrow and lonesome roads, it was like driving on Mars. there was nobody around us , we could died out there if we were stranded. but my dad trucked on. we went to highest peak around the rim of death valley. we stopped at a scenic site overlooking death valley (Dante's View).
my sister and my mom stayed in the car and looked from there. but my dad and i ventured to the every edge of the cliff. from that high, we could see the entire span of death valley from end to end. i was done looking and i shot some polaroids. my dad came back into the car , he looked spooked. he claimed he saw a woman in a red dress on the side of the cliff. there were no other cars at the scenic site. my sister and i dubbed it the 'lady in red' incident .
We took the dizzy road down to the very bottom of this white pit in the middle of summer. it was 120 degrees in the fuckin shade. it seemed like we drove forever around the valley. then my dad claimed we had finally reached our destination. he turned onto dirt road and drove us about 6 miles into the wild god damned desert. he stopped the car in the dead dust and told us to get out. with slight apprehension we did.
"smell." he said.
i looked at my sister and my sister looked at me with the goofball look. we fuckin smelled. it smelled like soap. everything smelled like soap for miles. my dad's big idea was to drive his family for 6 hours in the desert to Furnace Creek, Death Valley...capital of borax mining.
BTW: I'm officially a Machole as of tonight. OS X is weird, baby
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