01/30/2025
As the world slowed down during the start of the COVID pandemic, I found solitude and vast, open spaces in Death Valley National Park. Traveling over 2,900 miles from Vermont to California in just three days, I reached this stark, beautiful desert. Under a blanket of stars, the crisp April air felt even more piercing in the silent expanse, where the usual tourist rush was conspicuously absent due to lockdowns.
The journey was both a literal and metaphorical escape from the confines of quarantine. In the emptiness of Death Valley, the only souls I encountered were fellow wanderers, each of us seeking refuge in nature’s unfathomable scale. The stark contrast of the fiery campfire against the cool desert night and the endless sky above served as a vivid reminder of the world’s hidden corners, still untouched and quietly waiting.