After hours of driving through the darkness, we finally spot the sign on the side of the road:
Death Valley National Park, Homeland of the Timbisha Shoshone.
I open the sunroof and poke my head out for a look at the sky. The stars look crystalline, immeasurably detailed. After a minute, I take the wheel from Brennan so he can get a good look. These city boys are impressed. It's good to be back in nature.
Tomorrow, we'll wake up early and head to the Badwater Basin.
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