So after visiting Cerro Gordo we headed into Death Valley. Our first stop was at Father Crowley Point. The attraction here is the beautiful geological formations, their colors and the fact that the military practices in the canyon there. So much so that the canyon has been nicknamed the Star Wars Canyon. Unfortunately that day, because of the cloud cover, they weren't flying.
In the late 1800's, Cerro Gordo was one of the biggest producers of silver and lead. It was also one of the wildest mining towns around. Plenty of lawlessness (one murder per week) and brothels. A man's town in my opinion!
If you have ever driven the road from Scotty's Castle in Death Valley to The Racetrack, you will know what I mean when I say LONG DRIVE .........VERY LONG DRIVE! Because of the washboard we couldn't go over 10 mph. Of course, the shorter wheel based Jeeps were hauling ass and passing us. So do the math. It's 19 miles (give or take) from where the dirt starts to Teakettle Junction and then another 6 miles from there to the start of The Racetrack. It took hours and hours to get to Teakettle Junction. I'm not exaggerating..... Anyhow, Teakettle Junction is actually a landmark out in the desert, a waypoint for the lost, a beacon of hope........Okay, it's just a sign, and yes, teakettles hanging off said sign. I was impressed as to how many there were. I am thinking that they take them down every year because they were all from 2016. Nothing older than that.
So one Sunday morning found us driving HWY 395. Needless to say, when you are driving for any length of time you tend to think a lot. Mike and I have always been able to drive in a companionable silence. We don't find it awkward and we don't feel the need to fill the silence with idle chit chat. To some this may seem weird but to us it is completely normal.