Valley of Fire
Since we’ve been exploring “other” areas of the Mojave Desert, we decide to visit the area north of Las Vegas, in Nevada.
On the route northward, we camp along the Colorado River, and plan on camping in Lake Mead Recreational Area. Hoo Boy, when we arrive, we find out it is Spring break here, and all Nevadan’s it seems, take their break around this lake and river.
Where else would one go I guess, if one lives in Nevada?
A little creativity, some solid research, and a bit of luck, lands us a few hidden gems for some out of the way spots to spend a few nights.
After long stretches of Creosote bush and low lying desert scrub, bypassing the lower end of Lake Mead, we instead drive the scenic back road to Valley of Fire State Park.
Ooh la la…Here it seems, is where all the Beauty of this vast and lonely state wound up eons ago.
Large mountains of red sandstone formations formed from ancient sand dunes, stand majestically against brilliant golden hues.
Imagine dinosaurs roaming here, and later Anasazi Indians gathering and hunting these canyons. The later leaving their artwork on the rock cliffs.
In more modern times, “bad” guys hid from the law in the last century, in these same box canyons, which I’m sure hold untold secrets and some rip roaring stories unknown to us present day nomads.
We meet our first Chuckwalla!!
He does look dinosaur-ish, doesn’t he?
We don’t camp in the park, the campgrounds are taken over by humongous motor homes, all with power cords leading to I wonder where? There is only one tent in the entire upper loop of the park.
We go back to our hidden jewell at night time, and enjoy the park during the day.
Before leaving we meet this little tyke…not very dinosaur looking, but awfully cute.