"When I finally found my way to the remote western edge of Death Valley National Park, where Panamint Springs Resort sits, its mere existence felt like a mistake: getting there is an ordeal — the route from the east crawls from below sea level to 4,956 feet before plummeting, the approach from the west twists like a carousel past steep dropoffs, the route from the south washes out with just a whisper of rain, and nearby dirt roads force harrowing passes through narrow canyons over rocks big enough to gut even high-clearance vehicles. The resort itself is a 40-acre, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it blip with no power lines and no cell phone service, yet it provides the only gas, lodging, and food within the 65-mile-long Panamint Valley, sitting amid an otherworldly landscape defined by a glowing white playa, star-shaped sand dunes, and lava-colored hills." - Eater Staff