“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
Thank you Charles Dickens for giving me the words to describe what it felt like to be in Death Valley Saturday afternoon. It was the best of times, and while it wasn’t really the worst of times, it was strange and awkward.