Valley of Fire State Park was only about 17 miles (27 km) away from our desert camping spot. I was glad it was a planned short riding day.
After several days of rest in Las Vegas, I was dragging. I thought I might be coming down with the cold that Sarah had or that I was tired from the extra weight of the B.O.B. (Beast of Burden) Yak trailer we borrowed from Elliot to try out (the intent was to keep it if we liked it and send one set of panniers back).
The ride up to the park was uneventful, but he descent into the park was steep, fast and fun. I had Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” running through my head on the way down.
The park was highly recommended for the deep red sandstone, the verbal descriptions did not do justice to seeing it in person. It was morning and the sun was relatively low in the sky, adding to the vibrant reds
We set up camp and did a few short trips to see some remarkably preserved petroglyphs.
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We were both really tired and torpid so we decided to sit in the visitor center, cool off, and wait until later in the afternoon for some shade in the campground.
Later, like the night before, we were treated to a full moon, which appeared to float up from behind the nearby red rock hills. Just before dawn was an even better spectacle. The moon was large, low and near the horizon and almost directly opposite the rose-pink glow of dawn was beginning to set the red rocks ablaze.