Free wheeling through the Valley of Fire!

The flashing neon lights of Las Vegas didn’t hold our attention for very long – something seemed to be missing? So we went in search of that something special and discovered ‘ The Valley of Fire’ Nevada’s oldest state park.  What a find!

Approximately 55 miles northeast of Las Vegas via Lake Mead and through intriguing desert terrain our camper van rumbled through the entrance of the ‘Valley of Fire’.  Almost immediately, on either side of road, we were welcomed by enormous crimson rocks clumped together like hot coals in a fireplace.  The desert had suddenly become a golden ember!

cycling through the rocks

It wasn’t long before we had to stop the engine to admire the glow of the red rocks sitting against the crisp blue sky.  Curious Antelope ground squirrels scurried about our feet as we clambered in and around the rocks.  A small wedding was romantically taking place at a picnic spot and the vast open space appeared to be the perfect backdrop.

Curious creatures!

With our stomach’s rumbling we continued on our way in search of the RV campsite.  It was easy to find and lounging in the comfort of our folding chairs, we greedily ate lunch as the sun warmed our skin.  Adventure beckoned so our bicycle wheels finally hit the red dust and left the campsite behind.  Wooden signs pointed us in various directions and we followed the one that took us to see the 3,000 year old petroglyphs high up in the red sandstone.

climbing to the top to look at Indian petroglyphs

Lying our bicycles down in the dust we climbed up a stairwell attached to the giant-sized rocks.  With each step I found my eyes drawn towards the view of the state park below.  It branched out for miles in the dry air.  At the top of the stairwell we arched our necks at the towering rock and there etched into its surface was a jumbled collection of various symbols and images.  A fascinating piece of history in an unlikely spot!

Indian petroglyphs

With our feet firmly back on soil, our bicycles in hand, we hit the road again…It wasn’t long before we discovered small trails leading us to the remains of an ancient forest – pieces of petrified logs were scattered like leaves satisfying our curiosity.

My pink cruiser stood out like a sore thumb – It was clumsy to ride but the thrill it gave me out weighed any difficulty I might of experienced.  The odd car would whizz by glimpsing life in the valley at top speed.  We certainly felt as if we had the better deal with a warm breeze in the air and our spokes turning at a gentle pace on the smooth tarmac.

The pink cruiser enjoying the scenery!

The road was long and straight and the beehive rock formations began to grow in size the closer we pedalled towards them.   The round dimpled rocks resembled beehives big enough for a human. They were rather fun to climb and explore until pesky bugs decided to hunt us down and ruin our fun.

The beehives

Back on our bicycle seats we back tracked and raced along the road in delight.  We pedalled upon a T-junction and we made the turn following the undulating route.  The road became sandwiched between rocks that soared high into the blue sky.  Once through these rocks suddenly, the landscape spread out like melted butter becoming a plateau of candy coloured sandstone.  We felt as if we were on a magic blanket ride winding along the road.  Creamy Sandstone in the shape of Marshmallow puffs surrounded us. I wanted to slide on it as if it were a big bowl full of milky melted ice-cream.  It was beautiful.

Dome Valley

We idled leisurely spinning our wheels along the empty road.  I was the enjoying the moment and was excited about exploring this fascinating environment.  At the end of the road we let our bicycles stand alone and clambered over bunches of the massive white domes.  They glowed in the sun.

climbing through the canyon

We happily hollered for echoes in the confines of a dark canyon and played hide and seek in among the crevasses of the hokey pokey sandstone slabs.

We forgot the meaning of time and the sun began to rest its bright rays out of the sky.   Finally we pedalled back to our campsite and were treated to shadows playing tricks on the landscape.  We free wheeled back between the giant rocks which was thrilling… the shadows made the rocks feel as if they were giants chasing us from behind.

The Valley of Fire certainly sparkled for us. It flickered its red flames and easily entertained us with its powerful array of beauty.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in cycling, USA and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

27 Responses to Free wheeling through the Valley of Fire!

  1. Thanks for taking us there through your wonderful photos and story. Grand Canyon is really grand! englandtriptips.com

  2. abu zar says:

    beautiful photos of a gorgeous place. I happen to visit this , quite accidentally a few months ago and loved it. I also think a bike is the best way to go about it.

    • lovethybike says:

      I know – this place is a real gem! I am so pleased that we took the detour to visit it! Thanks for commenting – it is always great to hear from the readers☺

  3. beingouthere says:

    For some reason, your writting style, really often, reminds me of Bill Bryson’s one. It may sounds a kind of oxymoron thing to say, but ….I really enjoy your adventures! Keep on riding!

  4. The World IsMy Cuttlefish says:

    Striking colours and beautiful photos. I am wondering how big the beehive rocks were.

  5. Mike Maynard says:

    I’m going to reblog this because the photos are spectacular.

  6. Slot machines and casinos, or petroglyphs and giant rock beehives?– I’d say you made the wiser choice!

    I’d never heard of the Valley of Fire– fascinating. Loved all the photos and, as always, your very congenial prose. Thanks for sharing.

  7. Sandra says:

    Lovely photos, thanks for sharing.

  8. My Dad lived in Vegas. He loved to roam and explore the desert near him and in California. Some beautiful vistas. Your photos brought back some great memories of riding along with him.

  9. tmso says:

    The southwest is one of the most amazing spots on the planet. Well, I think so. Glad you enjoyed it. My favorite photo of this bunch is the one with your pink bike!

  10. Anita Mac says:

    It sounds amazing! I spend all my time running to Europe to ride – maybe I should be trying south of the border! Thanks for sharing – the photos are really inspiring.

  11. Michael Feicco says:

    Nice to see someone venture away from Las Vegas and to the real beauty of the area. What better then a state park! The Valley of Fire! what a cool name!

    To see something with a bicycle is even more spectacular. Your photos have such color and are really nice.

    Michael

    • lovethybike says:

      Glad you enjoyed the blog! The Valley of Fire was one of our highlights on our journey – we dont talk about Las Vegas as much as we do the National and State parks..they are the jewels in the crown!

  12. maru says:

    Thanks for making me feel the sparkles.

  13. Tsemrou says:

    I’m jealous! such clean work. I like your style, come check me out if you get a chance.

  14. restlessjo says:

    What a place to get married! Drowning in red- quite glorious. Maybe could keep a squirrel as a souvenir too.

  15. Nicely written piece. As I read it, I felt like I was with you on the journey.

    Jimmy

    http://www.slightlyreworded.wordpress.com

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s