As we were heading to Valley of Fire this weekend (again), I already knew on the way there that I wanted to write a post about this amazing place. It’s honestly like nothing(!) my Northern-European born and bred eyes and soul has ever seen. In comparison to all the glorious views, the wondrous trails between soaring cliffs and the amazing colour-spectacles that the light and shade on the rocks create, even the streets of Venice and Florence fade into an abyss of man-made wonders. Don’t get me wrong, I will always hold London, Paris, Verona, Florence, Venice, Tallinn, Helsinki (I can go on and on but you get the point, right?) very close to my heart but this place is truly breathtaking and something out-worldly in my book of adventures.
Valley of Fire’s bright red Aztec sandstone, creating gorgeous rainbow-like paintings on the rock surface, ancient petrified trees and petroglyphs dating back more than 2,000 years* are truly a sight you don’t want to miss whenever you get a chance to visit the beautiful Nevada (and have time to explore beyond The Strip).
But as they say – a picture says a thousand words. So please do enjoy and when you ever get a change, go see for yourself. As we Estonians like to put it: “Your own eyes are your own king.”, meaning what’s portrayed to one’s own eyes, covey one’s own truth.
*Source and more information from Parks of Nevada webpage.