“I’m allowed to eat dirt?” my son asks, an incredulous look on his face. I nod and explain that the white ground we’re standing on is not dirt but, rather, salt, and the friendly park ranger said a wee taste was fine. With that my son pops a pinch in his mouth and the rest of us follow suit. The family consensus? That is some salty salt.
Such is the wonder (and the fun) to be found on a family getaway in Death Valley National Park. Because …. Continue reading in L.A. Parent.
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