Today I was looking at some old pictures from my 1993 trip to Death Valley National Park. When I was a kid I hated camping, but now I have fond memories of these trips, which just does to show how time can change our perception of things. We visited Echo Canyon, and camped there for the night. There is a ghost in Echo Canyon, which I photographed at the time. This canyon is true to its name-sake as you can shout and your voice will carry on the wind for miles and bounce back off the mountains in the distance. As a kid it was exhilarating to shout and hear your voice echo off the mountains.
In 1993 many of the original buildings were still intact, but I have not been there in years, so I wonder what it looks like today. I surmise the remaining
In 1993 many of the original buildings were still intact, but I have not been there in years, so I wonder what it looks like today. I surmise the remaining