And yet they do. ( pop.525) There are no gas stations. The only restaurant is the Amargosa Café. Jobs? Ya wanna work in this heat? There are two places - the park or a resort, such as Scotty's Castle. The Furnace Creek Inn is not actually in Death Valley. A worker there told the reporter doing the story that "When it gets to 120 degrees, it's so hot that the liquid in your eyes begins to dry up."
I suppose bragging rights might accrue in the club house at home; "I played 18 holes 214 ft. below sea level!" It's not going to be easy putting together a foursome; Death Valley Junction had manual phone service until the 1980s. "Hello, Operator?" May I speak to the Death Valley Junction Toll Station; the one digit number I'm calling is. The Operator was in Los Angeles 150 miles away.
The Death Valley Railroad, long gone now, carried borax from a mine in the area. The woman who ran the Amargosa Opera (!) there in the 1920s and '30s has long been gone and it is now a tourist attraction.
My only conclusion in this matter is that People Are Strange; God bless them. And may their winter start early this year and may the yearly average of 2 inches of rain be more fruitful this season.
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