Valley of Fire, Take 3


Ulrich’s flight was landing in Berlin when Kathy and I arrived at the park, a welcome return for me and new territory for her. She LOVES the Southwestern rock country—just not as fanatically much as I do.

We camped one night before moving on to Zion the following day. In between we enjoyed a vivid sunset and warm, entrancing light for sunrise. And in between that, we were driven to sleep in the Toyota around midnight after gusty winds steadily increased and threatened to blow the house tent away. “I’ve got grit in my teeth.” Well, you LOVE red rock…right?

As a memento of our experience, one of the tent’s support rods is now slightly bowed. I was amazed the damage wasn’t much worse.

Here’s a gallery from that evening.


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