As the time to leave towards Death Valley National Park arrived, our anxiety increased. Every time we checked the weather forecast, highs were getting higher… we knew it would be hot, but when predictions got at 129, 131, 133ºF (54, 55, 56ºC)… we started to worry! News were all about historical highs, and the 1913 record of 134ºF (56,7ºC) was expected to be exceeded.
Grand Canyon is one of those very difficult places to describe, because of its singularity and uniqueness. It is also hard to picture, the photos never depict its greatness, we always have the feeling that they are not as beautiful as what we saw… it is undoubtedly one of the most impressive natural phenomena, the views are incomparable: the Colorado river down in the gorge it carved over millions of years, forming the Grand Canyon. It stretches over 446 km (277 miles), 29 km (18 miles) wide at some points, and only a few meters in others, and it seems completely impassable.
Expectations were high along the route between Los Angeles and Las Vegas, around 280 miles through Mojave desert. We were sure that we would either love or hate Las Vegas, because it didn’t seem like a halfway city to us, and one question kept coming up to our minds: is it really as crazy as everyone says?