North or Nowhere - Eureka Dunes & Remote Death Valley

Somewhere between solitude and obsession, Death Valley keeps calling me back. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve returned—solo or packed into our FJ Cruiser with my family—each time opting for the road less marked, the kind that disappears before the map runs out.

Most of our time is spent in the far northern stretch of the park, where Eureka Dunes rise like a mirage from the valley floor. It’s quiet out there. Stark. Windblown. And when the sun goes down and the wind dies, it’s like the earth holds its breath.

We’ve watched our kids scale dunes in silence, eaten dinner in the back of the truck, and waited out storms with nowhere else to be. I’ve photographed dust storms, sunrise shadows, and the endless patterns of sand carved by time and wind. These images are a record of that—of stillness, of scale, of space.