Have you hit your lowest point, my treasures? I have. It was the summer of 2009. The place? Badwater Basin, Death Valley. It’s literally the lowest point in the western hemisphere.
And I loved it. My alabaster skin? Not so much. Then again, it was 124 degrees (1! 2! 4!). I literally skipped down and back and got my newly lobster-tinged stems back in the car. Pronto. And prayed the air conditioning wouldn’t go out. I love road trips. You too?
[Photos by kellygolightly]