About 30 people from the Stanford Outing Club took 4 days in 1998 and drove down to Death Valley. I had a brand new camera and four rolls of film, so I had fun. Here are a few pictures. There are more.
Cacti. These things are big. I also have a picture of four of us hiding behind this cluster, and you can't see much more than what we want you to, which is just our heads.
The salt flats. These ones are small by comparison to some others, but they blew me away. Almost all of the tiles have 6 sides, some have 5, a few have other numbers. They're totally flat, though rough, and they go on and on and on and on for literally miles.
This is a crater. We hiked down to the bottom of it. The path is behind the bush, and you can make out people at the bottom if you know where to look. Yes, it was very deep.
Look familiar? This is not far from Obi-Wan's hut on Tatooine.
Here's another shot of the water-carved canyons through which we were wandering. The rock is very soft and crumbly, in a way that really doesn't resemble good pie crust. You could probably climb them with crampons and ice-axes.
Ansel Adams has a photo of some sand dunes in the early morning. These are those dunes, after a few tourists have had at them. What's not obvious from this picture is that they're still plenty big to get lost on.
The sunsets were just amazing. They also led me to believe that I am a rain god. I wasn't expecting to go to the dryest place in the country and have it rain, but it did.