Death Valley Traverse, December 2004
The idea of a long walk in the desert had been sitting around in my head for a few years and the winter break of 2004 seemed liked the perfect time to actually get it done. Death Valley, that meanest of all North American deserts, seemed liked the perfect place to do it in. Why not go for a 240 mile stroll in the largest park in the States outside of Alaska? As with many perfect plans, I ran into a hitch on about the third step of the trip and had to cut the hike short after only 90 miles, but still got down the length of the Valley of Death. It wasn't what I had set out to do, but it was entertaining enough and what follows is my record.