Ibex Springs
On our way out to visit the in-laws for Thanksgiving this year, my family and I decided to take a quick detour and do a little exploring around the Ibex Springs/Mines Area in Death Valley National Park. Located in the southern most corner of Death Valley, this area is located just north of Baker and easily accessible from Highway 127.
Leaving the pavement at Harry Wade road, we made our way over to Saratoga Springs and then turned east making our way over to the Ibex Sand Dunes. I should mention that there is a sign at this point indicating that “deep sand” is ahead and that a high clearance 4×4 vehicle is recommended. And, although this road is anything but difficult, I certainly wouldn’t drive a Honda Accord over it. Anyway, when we got to the dunes, we discovered that direct access to them was closed off and if you want to see them up close and personal, you’d have to hike about a mile from the road to get to them. No big deal to me but time wasn’t on our side that day so we decided to continue on to the spring and mines.
Now, where the road leading up to this point was nothing worth writing home to, the stretch of road leading to Ibex Spring/Mines was another story altogether. Thanks to the abundant rains we received last year, this trail was severely rutted and washed out in multiple locations along the way. In fact, the very first washout you will come across is large enough and challenging enough that I’m quite sure it would keep most visitors from venturing any further. However, this is probably the most difficult obstacle you will come across (unless you’re in a Jeep and then it’s nothing more than a speed bump) and if you are so inclined to traverse it, the rest of the way is easy by comparison.
From what I’ve read, the mines in this area were established back in 1882 and silver, lead bearing ore and then finally talc was extensively mined on and off until the 1970’s. During this time, the Lost Buthane Mining Company established a small mining town next to Ibex Springs itself and much of the structures still stand there today in deteriorating but otherwise good shape. The parking area of this ghost town has several plaques erected containing information about the area and a metal enclosed stand opens up to reveal a registry that you can sign. This area is surprisingly lush with tall grasses and palms and if you take a short walk up the hill behind the homes, you should be able to find a small wooded shed that houses a water filled well.
Due to the lack of daylight, we decided to make this ghost town our last stop for the day and just spent our time exploring the miscellaneous cabins and surrounding area until the sun went down. But, you can be sure that we will be back again.


I know this might sound a little crazy, but I swear, stop lights hate my Jeep. Seriously, I’m convinced that if it were up to them, they’d never let my Jeep through an intersection or allow it to make a left turn. In fact, the only time these stupid lights make an exception and let my Jeep go is when other cars are present. Now, I know you’re probably thinking that I’m just an impatient guy and that I’m exaggerating about the amount of time it takes for a light to turn green and, what can I say, I am an impatient guy. However, what I’m talking about here is that if I’m the only vehicle at an intersection, the stop light will NEVER turn green!
It really is hard for me to believe, but six years to the day, my 2000 Jeep TJ Sport became an official member of the family. Since that time, it’s gone from being a humble little stocker on 30″ tires to being a nicely lifted off-road machine. As a daily driver, I’ve been able to rack up over 110,000 miles on the odometer and much to my surprise, the only things to go out on me so far have been the water pump, radiator, seat track release cable and that’s about it. Need I say, it’s holding up even better than I was expecting it to.





I know a lot of people think I’m crazy but I can honestly say that I own the vehicle of my dreams. In fact, I have two of them. Now I will be the first to admit that these vehicles are anything but luxurious. They offer little in the way of creature comforts. They have very little trunk space and have a limited passenger capacity. They can be quite noisy at high speeds, have the aerodynamics of a brick and burn gas like there’s no tomorrow. If you haven’t already guessed by now, I am the proud owner of a 2000 Jeep TJ and a 1981 CJ7.