Or maybe it should be, because it’s an amazing place to visit. The
Times runs a piece about the lowest place in the country, a place that is normally dun and dreary and hot as
Georgia asphalt in the oven. On broil. On the surface of the sun.
But today, due to heavy rains the valley is an phantasmagoric explosion of color as wildflowers burst forth like a
botanists’ wet dream (and an allergy sufferer’s nightmare – achoo!). One National Park Service botanist is calling it
the bloom of the century…and he’s not talking about Orlando (da dum psh! I’ll be here all night folks! Don’t forget to
tip your waitresses.)