Somewhere in the Middle East? North Africa? The Sahara?
Nope: Death Valley, California. What makes this photo for me is the windblown sand streaming across the surface. I’ve seen that so many times on Oregon beaches, but this desert location makes a familiar scene look exotic.
The first (and only) time I ever saw tarantulas in the wild was in Death Valley. It was extremely cool. The nice thing about driving in Death Valley is that when you do something stupid like bring your car to a screeching halt in the middle of the road and leap out to goggle at a tarantula, you’re in no danger of being hit. The only traffic is on the main road crossing the valley. Get off that, and there’s nobody out there but you and the tarantulas.
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