How Low Can I Go
Pretty low, evidently.
The last post came because I had a sudden hankering to go to Death Valley. I realized I had never been there before, and even though it’s not like I’ll never get the chance to do once I move, it’s probably easier to make a spontaneous trip from here in LA. So I went. I figured out a route, woke up at 6 am on Saturday and went on my merry way.
Being the time of year with the mild weather, it was hard to find the solitude I wanted for some reflection time. To be honest, I did want to see the famous places like Furnace Creek, Badwater Basin and the Artist’s Palette, so I can’t exactly be disappointed.
Death Valley is astounding, a setting filled with juxtapositions that show not only the harshness of life but how adaptable it is. A place so low is right next to the highest point in the lower 48 in Mt. Whitney. A place that currently is so harsh and bleak used to be a sea bed filled with some of the oldest rocks at least 1.7 billion years old.
Shit is tough and we just have to deal. Eventually shit changes. I know, deep. Just call me Plato.
Naturally I did listen to Sonic Youth’s Bad Moon Rising which contains “Death Valley 69” which features Lydia Lunch. Going down. Sadie I love it. Now now now! Death Valley 69!