Saturday, January 12th, 2019 Alive 17,427 days
In the event of a fire, proceed quickly and calmly to the emergency exit. Then run uphill over gravel for half a mile in your pajamas.
Showing blathrs with the tag “Death Valley Inn.”
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Saturday, January 12th, 2019 Alive 17,427 days
Darcie rocks. That is all.
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Saturday, January 12th, 2019 Alive 17,427 days
Darcie: A tea house with a view? Sounds great!
Concierge: Itʼs a one mile hike uphill on gravel.
Me: Whatʼs the number for room service?
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Saturday, January 12th, 2019 Alive 17,427 days
30° air. 105° pool. And thereʼs more minerals in the spring-fed pool than in the rocks they built the hotel with.
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Saturday, January 12th, 2019 Alive 17,427 days
Worst. Hotel. Entrance. Ever. This is why I valet.
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Saturday, January 12th, 2019 Alive 17,427 days
Joe: How do we make our scary underground hotel entrance look less like a portal to hell?
Sam: I got it! Geraniums!
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Friday, January 11th, 2019 Alive 17,426 days
Sam: Now that the borax mine is tapped out, nobody needs our railroad anymore. What should we do?
Joe: Letʼs build a four-diamond hotel at the end of the line to lure rich people from Los Angeles into the middle of nowhere, then start a big media campaign to convince Congress to make the land around it a national park so people wonʼt be scared to come to a place named Death Valley.
Sam: Sounds good to me!
And thatʼs pretty much what happened.
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Friday, January 11th, 2019 Alive 17,426 days
Darcie spends a quiet evening writing postcards in the hotel library.
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Friday, January 11th, 2019 Alive 17,426 days
Evening cocktails overlooking Badwater Basin.
Elevation: -281 feet.
Weather: Overcast, with scattered fighter jets.
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Friday, January 11th, 2019 Alive 17,426 days
I shall drink rum and read a Los Angeles Times here.
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