Chase Stevens Las Vegas Review-Journal @csstevensphoto Anthony Hubbard prepares rolled joints in the kitchen area at Acres Cannabis during the first day of recreational sales in Las Vegas on Saturday, July 1, 2017.Chase Stevens Las Vegas Review-Journal @csstevensphoto Anthony Hubbard, center right, prepares rolled joints in the kitchen area at Acres Cannabis during the first day of recreational sales in Las Vegas on Saturday, July 1, 2017.See Old Faithful blast water sky-high every 90 minutes, explore mud pots, breath-taking waterfalls, and multicolored hot springs.
All that took us about 3 hours, so I thought I was making pretty good time.
Now, I had done my prep work diligently — there aren’t really any roads out there, so you can’t just Google Map it; you have to follow these hokey directions like “turn left at the dry lake bed,” “turn right at the metal bat on the pole.” I wrote down the directions (and the mileage) as accurately as possible, and gave my truck a cursory once-over to see if she was seaworthy enough to make the voyage.
The only access road into the Saline Valley is a rutted, severely washboarded dirt road strewn with boulders and the bones of stupid fools like me. It’s an of drinking water, TWO full-sized spare tires, a can of Fix-a-Flat and lots of food and First Aid supplies.
I read about it in some New York Times online article, and knew I had to go.
So I rounded up this guy I used to date, a crazy Bulgarian artist/party animal named Boris, and headed out one sunny April afternoon.