We drove down highway 190 until we reached a valley like none we had ever seen. It was desolate, dry, and deathly still, too barren for life, yet too beautiful to ignore. We found freedom in Death Valley, and that was only the beginning of our journey. The colors of the mountains shifted with the piercing sun, first red, then yellow, and finally on to purple. No matter which way we turned we were alone with the Earth, preserved in our thoughts and dreams. The landscape preserved in our thoughts and dreams. The landscape was ever changing, constantly reinventing itself as it kept a close eye on us from afar, as if to tell us that it would be the one guiding our journey. But we did not hesitate, for in that moment in time, we were alive and free, bound only by open air and infinite horizons. We will forever be known by the tracks we leave, and the paths we take. There i no escaping the moment one’s soul runs free. It’s a rare, empowering feeling that only the valley of death could’ve inspired. This “death” we were told of was quite intriguing, as the only thing we left with was a lust for life.
— Golden State of Mind. Summer 2013, Death Valley California.