We have many memories of flying into Furnace Creek over the years. Most are good, some, well, less so.
Like, waiting for the fuel guy to come unlock the pump when it's 120-degrees F.
Or wondering if we will survive the near-death experience on Red Pass compliments of Pink Jeep Tours.
Or, racing down to the airstrip at night amid the flashes of lightening, monsoonal rain, and wild winds to find more than one plane yanked free of its tiedown and missing cowl plugs and pitot covers.
Or, checking back in to the Ranch TWICE because some freak storm system had us weathered in at one of the driest spots on Earth.
Or, the emergency change of plans to land at Stovepipe Wells because a jet misjudged the Furnace Creek runway length just before we arrived.
I could go on and on.
Anyway, I liked this guy's road trip to Death Valley from LA. He found even more charm and quirkiness to experience in California desert.
Like, waiting for the fuel guy to come unlock the pump when it's 120-degrees F.
Or wondering if we will survive the near-death experience on Red Pass compliments of Pink Jeep Tours.
Or, racing down to the airstrip at night amid the flashes of lightening, monsoonal rain, and wild winds to find more than one plane yanked free of its tiedown and missing cowl plugs and pitot covers.
Or, checking back in to the Ranch TWICE because some freak storm system had us weathered in at one of the driest spots on Earth.
Or, the emergency change of plans to land at Stovepipe Wells because a jet misjudged the Furnace Creek runway length just before we arrived.
I could go on and on.
Anyway, I liked this guy's road trip to Death Valley from LA. He found even more charm and quirkiness to experience in California desert.
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