Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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The more the road descends, from about 3500 feet to<br />
finally 282 feet below sea level in Death Valley, the origin<br />
of the name becomes clear. Hundred and twelve degrees,<br />
reports Chevy by now. Along the road sits a tank ‘radiator<br />
water’ for emergencies. We pull over, get out for a minute<br />
anyhow and taste the dry crusts of salt on the bottom of<br />
what used to be sea. The water that runs across the salty<br />
ground in tiny streams, gave the place its name: Badwater.<br />
Far away the perpetual snow twinkles on Mount Whitney,<br />
at 14494 feet the highest peak in the United States. We<br />
spread our arms to sense the heat practically lifting us.<br />
We spend the night at Stovepipe Wells, a wooden village<br />
right in the middle of Death Valley. One hundred and<br />
twenty degrees, a thermometer in the shadow reads. Only<br />
at midnight, as we lie watching the stars on the lawn in<br />
front of our room, does the temperature drop a few degrees.<br />
I read Janny the last bit of my notes about then by<br />
flashlight. After I’m done, I switch the light off. In the<br />
dark, we hold hands.<br />
When we walk in the morning over to the local diner<br />
for breakfast, here too the ravens follow us, with slanted<br />
hips and their eyes fixed on us. “Kaaa, kaaaa.” “Take<br />
care of us”, they’re saying, explains the man behind the<br />
counter. They even knock on his kitchen door early in<br />
the morning. “Take care of us.” And so he does. He knows<br />
them all by their sound and how frayed they look. “They<br />
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