It had been too long, or as my Timbisha Shoshone friend in Death Valley would tell me after not seeing me for months, “It has been too many moons.”
“And for that matter,” I replied, “it has been far too many sunrises and sunsets.”
We talked and laughed a little while. He jokingly, but sincerely, asked how my “squaw” was doing. I had cancelled all my scheduled desert tours and my own solitary sojourns for fall of last year for her operation and recovery. I replied that she was fine, said goodbye, and headed east out of Death Valley over the aptly named Funeral Mountains to another geological depression.
Now, with the sun at my back, I rounded a turn and looked into the northern Amargosa Valley. Passing by the dusty road to Titus Canyon, I turned onto another of the many trails and rumbled into the Bullfrog Hills – a small range with Sawtooth Mountain (6,005 feet) as the highest point...