


Death Valley National Park might seem like the Twilight Zone. It's 3,000 square miles of contradictions, from the extreme heat, moving rocks, and the lowest point in the U.S. (Badwater only 76 miles from the it's highest point (Mt. Whitney). But as Josh would find out, there are no sign posts up ahead in the valley of death. Even getting there takes some unmarked turns and blind faith.
Backpacker Magazine had listed the Cottonwood/Marble Canyon Loop in Death Valley as one of its top 25 hikes. So as 2006 came to a close, Josh slowly made his way to this desolate and bizarre part of California. Nearly 12 hours after leaving Phoenix, he set up camp at the end of a 4WD only road and the Cottonwood trailhead. It was a surprising sight the next morning - the wash was filled with trees and bamboo. His hike started with bushwhacking through the marshy reeds. When it cleared 5 miles later, he was far right of the stream and open desert spread out before him. His map showed another creek just outside the plain, so he passed the chance to refill his water supply.
It was a slow 2 mile hike across the plain and Josh wasn't sure when and where to make the turn into Marble Canyon. It came down to a guess, as he turned and crossed the low hills. At the top were panoramic views of the valley. Sand, dunes and scrub stretched out ahead sprinkled with spots of snow unmelted in the shadows. But the snow was the closest thing to water he could see.
He hiked into this new part of the desert as the light faded and found a campsite. Racing back against the light he zig zagged the wash looking for his spring until he could barely find his way back to camp. Nothing. He rationed his water and skipped dinner.
The next morning, Josh checked his position knowing the spring had to be nearby. He walked up the hill from his campsite, and it dropped off into a large canyon. He couldn't see it, but knew water had to be at the bottom. The only thing between him and his pot of gold was a mountain of scree. He slowly slide down the loose rocks. At the bottom was what he'd searched for so desperately the night before.
As the morning sun made its way into this deep canyon, he filtered water from the flowing spring and ate breakfast.