"To the right you can see f*** all, and to the left there is more f*** all. There's f*** all in front of us, and there's f*** all behind us." - Marc Taylor (acting as our tour guide)

Oversleeping was not an option; unfortunately for us, we overslept. Leaving us an hour to shower, pack and check out of the hotel, we moved like superman and cracked on. Once more we ended up in Tiger Bar for breakfast to fill us up for the drive, as we didn't know where our next stop would be. Today's skies were clear and with the lake and mountains in the background, June Lake looked very picturesque. We were actually a little sad that we had to leave the petite village with a population of 617.
Vest tops were worn, flip flops were out and sun cream was applied; today's weather in Death Valley was 120 degrees. The road to the national park seemed to go on forever, with the desert and mountains on either side of us; it felt good to be back on the last leg towards Las Vegas.

Stopping off for a milkshake and a slice of pizza we found ourselves deep into the desert; what better way to appreciate the scorching sun than to have a kick about on the dry floor of California. Getting a little homoerotic, we took off our clothes and creamed each other up for protection. The sun beat us and we admitted defeat heading back to the car... Death Valley, here we come.
Nick is going to write to the car company to complain about the lack of air-conditioning ports in the car - here's an image for you, it was like a sauna in the car with four grown men in desperate need of drying off!

We took pictures with some sand dunes, which Dashboard Minion even enjoyed and made our way through Death Valley. We can only assume that the name of the valley came from the idea that if your car broke down, you'd be f***ed as there weren't really any services for miles - just sand, some rocks and a couple of bushes. Don't worry, we made it out of Death Valley no problem, but were a little disappointed not to see any tumbleweeds rolling across the road.

As we departed from Death Valley, the temperature dropped drastically and we felt it may be time to get the jumpers out; we had to settle for temperatures as low as 104 degrees.
We decided that our stop off for the night would be in the town of Pahrump. Let us tell you, Pahrump is quite a nice little town, and we hit the jackpot booking into the Nugget Hotel & Casino for a very good price. We decided to have a relaxing evening and decided to go out for a Chinese at Panda Express.
As we picked up a milkshake for Chris at Denny's we were jumped by a crazy lady who was in charge of the towns rodeo - unfortunately we had to decline her invitation to go back stage as it was taking place at the end of September - we did however learn that cowgirls are actually called buckle bunnies.

Being the hardcore individuals that we are, we attempted to go bowling but turned up after closing time, so turned our attention to the casino. Nick gained himself a LAD point for cashing in the embarrassing amount of 2 cents. James and Chris were on form with computerised black jack, but eventually lost their money. Chris redeemed himself by winning $2 - well done Christopher!

It's safe to say we feel that we've walked through the valley of the shadow of death; we fear no evil, but Marc's feet are burnt!

Tina, what is this Range 707? We've tried looking it up and not found anything.

Has anyone spotted Dashboard Minion hidden in some of our pictures?

P.s. we made it into our final state! Nevada, it's almost time...

Goodnight x