valley of fire national park

Valley of Fire (and a little Las Vegas)

The Valley of Fire National Park sort of knocked reality back into me. I'd been feeling a strong pull to be surrounded by something other than pavement, and get as far from the rush of cars and city stress as possible to clear my mind, and begin the new year. Phil and I looked at a map and decided that we would head to Nevada. We had what was probably the most relaxed Saturday night ever in Las Vegas, then woke up to greet the day, a silent Sunday morning in the city of sin, feeling quite docile in the AM haze. We wandered a bit, explored Paradise NV, found some coffee and hit the road.

I had never been to this particular national park before. The Valley of Fire starts like the strike of a match, immediately announcing itself with a daunting expanse of flames across the road. It continued inwards to unpaved, and hardly marked paths, eventually leading to endless waves of color and shape. 

The shapes of the rocks took form like clouds. Some looked like strange creatures. I thought this one below looked like the falcon-headed Horus. Phil saw a hissing cobra. 

Played around a bit because why not. :)


At sunset, the sky began to match the grounds we had walked. Multi-coated colors swept across the horizon. We'll be going back soon.