"Good-bye, God, I'm going to Bodie," lamented a young girl in her diary when she learned her family was moving to the wildest of the California gold-rush towns. One preacher summed up the notorious town as a "sea of sin, lashed by the tempest of lust and passion." Murders allegedly occurred about once a day until June 1881, when Bodie Free Press reported that "Bodie is becoming a quiet summer resort- no one killed here last week."
It was a quiet moment in Bodie. A snowstorm made the last two miles of the narrow High Sierra mountain road impassable by car, so Kevin had to hike in. Standing knee-deep in the cold and snow of a ghost town, the Old West seemed a very long time ago.
Kevin left the snow-choked Bodie that morning and threaded his way south through the jagged Sierra Mountains reaching Death Valley just in time for sunset.