Straight Outta Lone Pine

Deserted roads as we set off to Death Valley. What a blast - all the movies set out West rolled into one in my tiny noodle. Of course, there are dozens of named tourist attractions across the area, but nothing compares to simply travelling and taking it all in, and stopping just wherever you want. We made an exception for the dunes near Stovepipe Wells and also for Zabrieski Point, purely because I remembered the film.
And then onward! There's a city over in Nevada, y'see, that I've been encouraged to view as it's so overwhelmingly over the top. Having arrived, I can report that indeed it is so. Tomorrow is a rest day from driving. Not so much of a rest for the senses or sensibilities, I fear.