In a truly surreal turn of events, I found my self driving from Las Vegas, in a Mustang across the Hoover Damn into Arizona. I had been on my way to Death Valley, to take photographs at dawn. The road was "out"! Landslide.
As the day got hotter, I found my self stopped at the dramatically titled, Death Valley Junction. Then like a fever dream mirage, this beautiful creature magicked out of the dust to parade across the shop fronts admiring his reflection.
Surreal, magical and heart stoppingly beautiful. Everything an adventure should be.