Valley of Fire

Last weekend, Jazz, Bobby and I, at the last minute, decided to go to the Valley of Fire State Park. We pass it every time we go to Vegas and decided we finally should stop and see what all the hype was about.

There were petroglyphs everywhere. We were all trying to decipher them and Bobby had some good ones. We did finally come to a spot where they explained what they thought each picture meant. Hand meant "death", so every time we saw a hand print, Jazz would freak out. She just knew that the Indian spirits were floating around us and that we were walking all over dead Indian bodies.This is a small arch. You cant really see it in this picture.I am convinced that an Indian spirit possessed Bobby that day. His name was "Jumping Squirrel". He couldn't hold still. We were doing everything in fast motion, though, because we didn't even leave until 2:30 and it gets dark around 4.We hiked 1/2 mile to see this amazing thing. Talk about disappointment. It was said that the natives would drink out of this as it would hold water for months after it rained. It was full of algae and I'm sure millions of bacteria floating in it. I am so very very thankful that I live in the 21st century.I love all the red rock.Nature is amazing. How in the world did this plant grow out of rocks?And this was the gorgeous sunset we were able to witness as we were leaving.It was a fun 3 hours. Ive decided that spur of the moment trips are pretty fun. I need to suck it up and not be so anal sometimes.