Death Valley
We Dutchmen strangely feel at home in this below-sea-level basin called Death Valley. The steady drought and record summer heat make it a place of extremes. Life seems to have disappeared. When looking closely, however, it’s morbid name holds a disguise. Flowers, birds and insects live in lush oases and make them come alive during rare rainstorms. Coyotes, lizards, tiny fish and ground squirrels complete the diversity of Death Valley’s wildlife. Donkeys used during the gold rush have found their forever home, and procreated.
Death Valley. Gold and grey. Greatness and adventure, vast and in no man’s land. Seemingly lifeless, yet there is a living power. There’s absolutely no coverage but there’s an absolute trust in The Hills, our customized Land Rover Defender. We’re here to test her in 122 degrees Fahrenheit and deliver her to her new guardian. He’s become familiar with her during the last nine months, and now we’re here to bring her home.
This one hotel-restaurant Oase, took us back in time. You can just feel and almost smell the stories of yesteryear. Memories of the rough days cross roads with newly built, and future memories for The Hills to drive in to. Dinner ends in a long evening full of bizarre stories of the States in past times, and of future dreams.
We’ve taken home an immense experience and belief that The Hills will enjoy this next lifetime. This is where she belongs. Her future will gather/accumulate new adventures and stories to tell. Stories that will one day be heard in Oase. For our next generation.