2001may31. The vacation was nice. Death Valley hit 115 degrees, which wasnt a record, but I think its a personal best. One of the old codgers at the Saline Valley springs introduced himself by saying something like hot enough for ya? which I could have predicted had the heat not melted my brain thirty minutes prior. The springs are an oasis in the middle of a desert, just like the movies. Clothing optional, so I was very careful to hide my pee-pee in a bold series of toreador-like towel manuverings (ole! opa! didi-7!). One of the springs has a roster of names listed next to it, including a thanks to a certain Charles ('65) who I was later told was the Manson. I tried to avoid sitting in that pool, but at a certain point it was the only one left.
I soaked in the Manson Death Spring