A Time of Solace and Solitude in the Panamint Valley

In May of 2020, at the height of the pandemic, there were no vaccines in the immediate offing. Tired of sitting at home, I headed out with my RV to Panamint Springs Resort, which is a private enclave surrounded by Death Valley National Park. As seen in the adjacent photo, Death Valley National Park was closed to all visitors. Highway 190 was still open through the park, but even stopping along the way to take a picture could have netted you a $1,000 fine. No one understood how, when or where the virus could be transmitted, but the National Park Service was not taking any chances, one way or the other.

Since the resort is private and needed to stay in business, they were open for camping and cabin accommodations. Taking advantage of that and being completely self-contained, I booked a full hookup RV spot for several days. When I arrived, the clerk in the general store wore no mask. He indicated that they would be barbecuing ribs at the restaurant that night and that I should attend. "Not on your life," I thought to myself. Although I was largely confined to the resort property, I went on to enjoy the solitude and splendor of spending time in the Panamint Valley.

Three and one half years later, I was in the process of finishing up another trip to Death Valley and Panamint Springs. On December 10, 2023, there were high winds predicted for the southern Mojave Desert. With the stress of having recently spent time entertaining my friends in the desert, I was too tired to break camp and head home in a windstorm. Instead, I opted for a quiet day in camp at the Panamint Springs Resort. As I have often said, there usually are no crowds in Death Valley National Park between Thanksgiving and New Years. This year was no exception.

When I travel with my fifth wheel, I always bring provisions for several extra days. If I experience a breakdown or any other form of delay, my fridge and freezer always have enough food to get me by. In this case, my full RV hookup made it easy to extend my stay for one more day. Access to water, propane, electricity and sewer allowed for luxury camping in one of the most remote and previously inhospitable places in all of the United States.

On December 11, 2023 I broke camp and prepared to leave for home. On my return trip I was able to avoid the delays associated with road repair between Panamint Springs and Lone Pine. As it turned out, the Panamint Valley Road to Trona and Mojave beyond was fully open and free of construction delays. If I had known that on my way into Panamint Springs at the beginning of my journey, I could have saved hours of detours and delays. As it stood, my return trip home to Simi Valley took less than five hours. That reminded me of why I like to visit Panamint Springs every fall, winter, and spring. In less than a day, I can transport myself from the city to life in the nearby wilderness.

Panamint Valley may not be as famous as its sister, Death Valley, but it has trails to explore, sand dunes to climb, off-road tracks for four-wheeling and a sense of solitude that you will not find at Furnace Creek, Stovepipe Wells or Badwater. In the off-season, it is my favorite place for kicking back and enjoying life, just as it might have been almost one hundred years ago. For those who require instant and constant connectivity, either bring your Starlink satellite system or just enjoy being beyond the fringe of connection to the smartphone world. I do suggest bringing a Zoleo satellite communicator, but that device is for text messaging only.

Although I do everything I can to promote visiting the Panamint Valley during its extreme off season, I do not expect there to be big crowds in early December 2024, when once again, I shall seek solace in the Panamint Valley. If enough people read this blog and decide to visit, perhaps I will see one or two of you there at that time of year.

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The Long Trip To Panamint Springs - December 2023

On December 4, 2023, I began my annual RV trip, from Casa Carrie in Simi Valley, California to Panamint Springs, California. My destination was Panamint Springs Resort, a private one hundred acre enclave entirely within the borders of Death Valley National Park. Throughout the Mojave Desert, the floods of July 2022 and August 2023 had left roads, sewers, and cell phone coverage in ruins. Roads became undercut and eroded away. Sewers and campground septic systems became clogged with debris. Mobile phone and data connectivity disappeared throughout the national park, including the Furnace Creek and Stovepipe Wells settlements.

Under what we once called normal conditions, I would have traveled through Garlock and then the Trona Road to Panamint Springs. That route offers great views of the Searles Valley and the Panamint Valley farther along the way. Although there are several elevation changes and one steep mountain pass transitioning to what becomes the Panamint Valley Road, that route would allow me to avoid the endless switchbacks on Highway 190. To my disappointment, word on the internet indicated that the Panamint Valley Road had washed out during the storms in August of 2023. That is the nature of almost any news regarding Death Valley. Do not believe everything that you read or hear. It may be wrong or outdated to say the least.

With the Olancha cutoff remaining closed to through traffic my only option was to remain on U.S. Highway 395 North, almost to Lone Pine. The Olancha cutoff, which is the actual western terminous of Highway 190, had received severe damage and remained washed out in multiple locations. With both the TronaRoad and the Olancha cutoff closed by flooding, I had to proceed to Lone Pine before turning east to my expected camp at Panamint Springs Resort. When I passed the Olancha Cutoff, I thought I saw signs indicating that it was open.

After taking and laborious u-turn in my fifth wheel rig, I entered the Olancha Cutoff. Immediately, I found barricades and "Closed" signs in the road. That issue prompted another sketchy u-turn and a return to Highway 395. From there, I proceeded directly north to Lone Pine. All of this backtracking caused me to travel past my intended junction and seek diesel fuel in Lone Pine. With the early December Sun about to set behind the high peaks of the Sierra Nevada, I was getting closer to losing my daylight. With closed roads, both perceived and real, it took nearly an hour to end my dithering and get back on the right road. The turn-off from Highway 395, south of Lone Pine is on to Highway 136, through Keeler and on to Highway 190, which leads to Panamint Springs.

According to National Park sources, Highway 190 had opened to traffic on October 15, 2023. That was almost two months after the remnants of Hurricane Hilary devastated Death Valley and much of the surrounding area. The initial hour-long highway construction delays were now down to thirty-minutes, or so they said. After passing Father Crowley Point, I came upon a lonely flagger, standing by the road with a pole-mounted stop sign. He reminded me of a shepherd, leaning on his crook as his flock fed nearby. As he paced and shuffled in the cold of a late afternoon breeze, I sat in the heated comfort of my truck. It was not freezing outside, but standing there day after day, with a stop sign in his gloved hands had to be wearing on his psyche and his soul.

After about five minutes, I shut off the engine in my truck. After ten minutes, my smart watch told me to get off my duff and take a walk. After exiting the cab, I realized that the flagger, dressed in full weather gear was cold and bored. Gamely, I called out to him in greeting. He told me, “Seven Minutes” to the next go-around of the pilot car. For five minutes, we talked from a shouting-distance. During our exchange, the silence of the landscape easily carried our voices over the distance between us. I learned about washouts and the 200-foot cliff that crews were filling with rocks, from the bottom-up, to restore both lanes of travel. Soon, the pilot car arrived from downhill, escorting a vehicle or two. The driver made a u-turn and whisked me on my way. Soon, we approached the main construction zone.

Even near 5 PM, the construction crews were hard at work, pouring rip-rap down the washed out embankment. It was the Myth of Physalis in reverse. Instead of endlessly rolling a boulder up hill, only to have it crash back down to the bottom, the construction crews were rolling untold numbers of boulders down into a canyon, hoping to rebuild it from the bottom up. Personally, I would have suggested a deeper cut into the uphill edge of the road, not pouring boulders into the abyss below. Nothing lasts forever in the desert and that ongoing repair to Highway 190 represented that potential to me.

After traversing the active construction zone, the pilot car pulled over and waved me on. Before dark, I rolled into the venerable Panamint Springs Resort. Most resorts have swimming pools. Comprised of 100 acres, this resort features tent, motel, cabin and RV accommodations. In addition, it has a dirt airstrip, a general store, fuel station and a full service restaurant and bar. All of this makes up for the lack of a swimming pool. The antecedent to this resort had started off as a rustic motel the 1920s. At that time, it featured the only lodging between Lone Pine and Stovepipe Wells.

A century later, it still holds that honor. There is no cell phone coverage, but they do advertise “full hookups” for RVs. Not so much today. The floods of August had clogged the septic and sewer system, creating a “no dump” order for the RV sites. The many RVs that had arrived for the Thanksgiving holiday faced a major disappointment in their accommodations. Luckily, my black and gray tanks were empty, providing plenty of effluent storage for my single night there. According to the National Park Service, there was an operational sewer dump at Furnace Creek Campground, which was my next destination down the road. More on that in my next installment.

Once ensconced in Site Number Four, I took note that I was the only RV camper in the entire resort. No tent spaces were occupied either. Only one “luxury cabin” had visitors spending the night. No noisy partygoers or off-road vehicle crazies were anywhere within one hundred miles of my quiet site. Years ago, I had asked the clerk at the general store, “What is the best time to visit Panamint Springs and avoid the crowds?” “Between Thanksgiving and Christmas,” he said. “No one is here.” And so, I visit Panamint Springs Resort every year at this time. Never have I been disappointed by the solitude and sanctity of the place. At this time of year, it becomes my spiritual home.

Every domicile built since the time of the ancient Romans deserves a sewer. A good sewer system takes that which we do not like farther downstream than our nostrils can discern. Not so at Panamint Springs. The once reliable sewer and drain field were clogged with August flood sediment and errant Russian Olive tree roots. There are only one or two maintenance people at the resort. Since I was planning to return to Panamint Springs after a couple of nights in Furnace Creek. I hoped that they were capable of fixing this problem. Using a backhoe, the two men had dug an enormous hole at the lower end of the RV sites. Later, I discovered that good luck and skill carried them through. By the time I returned three days later, they had found the problem and created a permanent repair to the sewer pipes.

After one night of "water and power only" camping, my next destination featured dry camping at Furnace Creek Campground in the heart of Death Valley.

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