A few months ago, hoping for a superbloom year, I booked a Death Valley campsite for this coming weekend.
No superbloom this year, unfortunately. I think I'll go anyway, assuming my tent is intact when I put it up in my living room and check it out.
My last trip to Death Valley was in...I don't remember! I was on a bicycle and camping trip. But I remember afterwards, I drove to Marina Del Rey ahead of boarding the plane, where I met friends and we went to Aunt Kizzy's Back Porch.
Must have been the late nineties. Maybe.
Edited to add: It was March, 1999.
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