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| We are heading to the Valley of Fire State Park in Nevada. We are climbing mountains and it is in a desert terrain. There are a lot of yellow flowers in bloom along the road. |  |
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We arrive and are extremely lucky because we get the last campsite available in the park. |
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| There is a group of teenagers (boys and
girls) with chaperones. They are climbing up the rocks. Laughter echoes all
around. There is so much enjoyment to hear them. Sir Knight works on the computer for several hours to catch up on the Explorer Reports. I am way behind on my dialog. I have nine pages to put on the computer. We go to bed at 9:00 PM and wake up at 6:00 AM. It definitely took some catching up on sleep time to repair from Sin City. When I wake up this morning, Monday, March 29, I go outside and sit on the picnic table drinking my coffee. I look up and see a hawk perched on the ledge of a red rock. When I say rock... I'm talking about a rock that is about 300 feet high. It is the size of a 30 story building. The hawk is looking out over the land. He never moves, just stands there gazing at his kingdom. I call Sir Knight and we both watch him for a long time. We take a drive through the canyon and look at the different points of view. |
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The first one is call Atlatl (A-lat-l). This rock has Indian petroglyphs on it. The rock is so high it amazes me to think of how the Indians climbed up there to draw pictures on it. The park has furnished stairs for us modern people. |  |
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The second place we stop is at the petrified logs. I thought they would be the size of logs that go in a fireplace. No! They are huge trees without branches, half buried in the ground. These trees are 225 million years old. |  |
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We take a 15 mile trip further into the canyon. We find so many faces in the rocks that it is unbelievable. They are there staring at us; telling tales of long ago. It is absolutely marvelous. |
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| We stop awhile and picnic on Vienna Finger
cookies and water. Then we are on the hunt for rocks. There are yellow and
purple striped sandstone rocks, and sand in different shades of color... yellow, red,
gold, tan... beautiful... so beautiful. My heart and soul races with the splendor of
this earth. We drive on and I ask Sir Knight to stop. I say stop a lot and he halts because I have seen a small thing that I have to get a picture of. This time I have spied a large nest inside of one of the rocks. I climb up to the nest and take a picture. I start to get closer and Sir Knight says to me, "It will be interesting when you meet face to face with whatever built that nest. I back off. Sir Knight usually does not warn me about things but when he does sometimes I listen. This time I did. |
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We take another walk through a part of the canyon and I get a lizard to pose for me. |
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We drive back to the campsite. I honestly don't know how we are going to get these rocks home especially when we go over the mountains. Paul says we may have to dump some out like they do in the movies when airplanes can't make it over the mountains. I don't think so. Right now I'm looking around the RV to see what can be jettisoned. |
| We arrive back at the RV and I look up at the big
rock. The hawk is soaring above it. He glides so gently around it never having to
flap his wings. It is his home, his land, and we are travelers passing
through. Thank you God for this trip and the beauty that I have seen. We go to take showers and afterwards we stand near the building and watch two birds swoop back and forth towards the light and realize they are feasting on the bugs. |
| I take a picture of the moon rising over one of the rocks and hope that it will come out good. I look over to the other side of the road. Other campers have fires going and the light dances upon the rocks behind them. A gentle breeze blows through my hair and I hear a bird's distant song. I know there is a God and I know I have a guardian angel. No one can see the things that we have seen and question God's presence… Good Night. |
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We are up and on our way to Carson City, Nevada this March 30. Before we leave however Sir Knight climbs the rock where the Hawk looks out over the canyon. He gets a birds' eye view of the campground and the Valley. As we drive away from the canyon the rock and mountain peaks have shapes of faces lying upwards just like the clouds in Rock Hound Park, Arizona. |
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I have said "Wow" at least a hundred times and "Oh God" when "Wow" wasn't enough. Somehow my vocabulary can't express the splendor and the feeling that rushes through us. The Valley of Fire is the fourth addition on my must see list. |
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