It was a scorching 110-degree day in Death Valley National Park. I woke up early with hopes to beat the heat. I set out to see the unique mystery of the sliding rocks. After driving a few hours on a rugged road through the desolate desert, I came upon a dried lakebed. I parked my truck, packed my bags and began on foot. The weight of my equipment in the intense heat made each step strenuous. I kept seeing rocks in the distance, until I approached to realize it was just a mirage. I had felt like I was out there all day, when I finally came across the infamous sliding rocks! The mystique of the setting captured me. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. As I stared at the rock through the camera, it was as if the rock was sliding a ong and yelling, "See Ya Later!"

- Ross Lipson