The sun scorched Nevada’s crimson terrain yesterday as we drove to the outskirts of Las Vegas. First destination of mine and Christopher’s road trip: the Valley of Fire. With the rays frying us at 100 plus degrees, I couldn’t understand what makes only one portion of the desert a “Valley of Fire”… until we arrived of course. The Valley of Fire is home to all tones of orange and red imaginable.
I can’t help but wonder… did God accidentally spill too much red paint in the middle of the desert? Accident or not, it was breathtaking.
Supposedly elephants never forget. Imagine if the Elephant Rock could speak and tell its 150 million year old stories?
For a town faraway from city lights, the Valley of Fire sure knows how to light up.