And I thought I could handle cold weather.

[Gone in 60]

Ha! When we rolled into the Death Valley visitor center, I popped the filter out and banged it against the curb, and checked the car over. Our windshield wasn't too happy about the whole affair. I walked over to the two adventure riders who had stopped there and asked if they were OK. They were shaking sand out of just about everything. And cursing themselves for not turning back, and realizing that they'd have to ride through the same mess on the way out of the park.

When we got home, I ran a comb through our AC condenser to get the sand out of it.

At that point, I decided that we'd be renting for future road trips.