Death Valley, CA
A rest stop along the 395 as we left Death Valley provided breathtaking views of wind-swept, snow-capped mountains on a brisk, sunny day.
This awesome set up reminded me of a vacation we took when I was nine, my Uncle V had a Winnebago from the same era. We met him in Winnemucca, NV and he drove my dad, two of my sisters and I to Yellowstone in one of these. Obviously, this one has some major improvements, noting the solar panels.
The Badlands, lowest place in North America
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