1 tube braunschweiger
1 box Carr's crackers
1 jug water
and... as we wandered through the Lone Pine IGA standing in front of the beer fridge we pondered our options. Miller High Life, St. Pauli Girl or maybe a summer ale. I jokingly (but not actually joking) suggested we grab some Mickey's Big Mouths. He and I now have an indelible bond.
2 40 oz. Mickey's
On the east coast water is so plentiful. The west is quite arid and the improbability of a city like LA is easily recognized. Leaving Lone Pine towards Death Valley one must cross Owens "Lake". Los Angeles diverted the water sources for this lake 4 hours to the south. It is now a shallow salt water area. Yet it would seem like a tropical paradise compared to our destination.
It's only an hour drive or so into Death Valley. One can actually feel the heat growing. Putting my hand out of the window there was an actual burning sensation-- the air is completely unforgiving and wind feels quite like a convection oven might. It was 118 degrees in the shade. At 3 o' clock, temperatures were reported at 122 degrees.The best part about visiting the desert during the summer is the German tourist watching. They are everywhere. No English can be heard. At the Corkscrew bar in Furnace Creek one just had to close their eyes and be transported to Berlin. They all bought bottles of red wine and ate hot dogs. Wierdos. It was so hot, some even went sockless in their sandals-- most however did at least opt for white instead of black socks.
When I took this picture hundreds of cameras were snapping as I was mistaken for Cute Knut.
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