Here come the sun!
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"Here come the sun!" is a Beatles' song that was played the moment the sunrise over the snow covered trees on my trip to Munich in 2005. Since then, it has been my favorite song for watching the sun.
My friends and I left LA around 7pm. Even so, there was still traffic. We stopped at a HongKongese cafe and then a teahouse in San Gabriel valley. We arrived in Barstow around mid night and met our San Diego's friends. The desert wind was icy. We got to our campsite around 3 am. We pitched our tent in the dark. Some of us decided to go to sleep. Most of us started the fire and then roasted some cuttlefish, a vietnamese delicacy, and chewed the night away. My sister made some hot chocolate which was very good.
Upon returning to our tents, I found a raven beautifully perched on a tree. While everyone retired to their tents and fell asleep quickly, I was making noodle soup for everyone. After filling up my belly with some hot soup, and basked under the sun, I was ready to head out. My sister and another friend joined me for a quick exploration. We drove pass the mustard canyon, the hill was mustardlike, mesquite flat sand dune, devil's corn field. I couldn't get out to take picture since I was driving and some part have soft shoulder. We took the dirt road to mosaic canyon and make a morning hike. Mosaic canyon wasn't as mosaic as I thought. One has to examine the granite rocks of the canyon up close to see the mosaic pattern of each rock.
We returned to the camp. The rest of the group hasn't been up yet. After getting ready for lunch, we headed to Badwater basin, 385 ft below sea level. It was a strange sight, the salt deposit was as white as snow. We drove over to natural bridge and make our hike. Some of us was disappointed at the natural bridge since it wasn't as glorious as expected. I read the information how the natural bridge formed. It was quite interesting for me since i'm a science geek. Others were determined that the bridge we saw wasn't "the natural bridge." They decided to trailblaze past the bridge in hope to see a much more amazing site. They returned in vain.
The sun was setting.
We ended the day with Korean bbq and sticky rice ball that I had prepared ahead of time. After some meat and wine, I felt a lot warmer and retired to my sleeping bag. The moon was out but we could see the whole milky way. Death Valley isn't as dead as its name.