When we arrived late afternoon of the first day, the playa looked a little damp. You do not want to get on this thing when wet as you'll get stuck, guaranteed. But I was thinking this is September, the hottest and driest time of of the year. How can that be? So I proceeded on and things were okay with my thinking it'll get better the further on we went. It did not. I had to turn around and get off of this thing before I was really sunk, literally. Turning is the most dangerous part as that is when your momentum drops off and nasty things can happen. With wheels spinning and mud slinging up underneath I got the Little House on the Highway turned and headed back staying in the track we had just created.
Bouncing, dishes flying, we made it much to my relief. Dumb, dumb, dumb!
I motored on to the next entrance 9 miles up the road and here the playa was drier. I went out on it for only a few miles, parked and said "That's it. No more adventure." And here we stayed.
If you look closely you can see a little orange cat in the doorway and mud on the tires. This highly alkali dry lake bed dirt is horribly toxic to metal and when it is dried mud a real pain in the butt to get off. Yes, I was really mad at myself for making a mess of things on the first day.
Yeah, aren't those shadows cool. It only works like this for a few minutes.