was here already? The last day of our all-too-short route travels well than the American Southwest? We were not ready to be on, but we didn’t have much time to linger this thought – it was a day of three States. We started the morning in St. George, Utah, crossing briefly in the northwestern Arizona on I – 15 and then angle our way in Nevada and to the Valley of fire State Park, finally ending back where we started in Las Vegas.
, we’d spent the night in St. George, Utah at the Temple View RV Resort. We had chosen because it had a hot tub, we had ambitious plans to soak in while toasting to our last night on the road, but in the end we arrived after dark and doesn’t bother. Other services included shuffle boards, a fitness room, a swimming pool and beyond. Suddenly, we were in a city with a cinema and McDonald room across the street, and yet the rural charm of our previous excavations has been replaced with luxuries such as hot showers free, so that facilitated the transition. We got a hilarious taste of worldwide RV that we had not seen our other stops – it was more or less a retirement village filled partially with fully parked trailers of snowbirds who come to winter and rent in the month and partially gargantuan RVs that could easily double as a fleet of luxury coaches.
as with everywhere we went, we gave many laps around our JUCY colorful to onlookers.
it was certainly a little bitter through Utah but have enough time to really appreciate it. Fortunately, I had been once before on a trip of spring at Sundance to attend the graduation of a close family friend, so I didn’t have to waffle on whether or not I would count this drive-by in my quest to visit possibly – and make a memory-all fifty States.
while triggering most of St. George that morning went nearby grand attracts as Zion and Bryce YYY, we had to be back to Las Vegas in time to file our camper and take a flight from 17:00 to Reno, leaving little time to deviate from our road. Which is what made our stop at the Nevada Valley of Fire State Park, just an hour outside of Vegas, a no-brainer! Although the Park is eclipsed in size by some of its neighbours in the vicinity of National Park, it is indeed of Nevada – and oldest – State Park.
I admit that we drove with little expectations. Other parts of the trip had monopolized our hours of planning, and therefore we didn’t really know what that we we were getting into when we reached the entrance of the Park is less than two hours after the switching off of St. George.
, we stopped briefly to admire Elephant Rock before heading out to the visitor centre, where we were hit with a big ‘ ol dose of reality about what we could do realistic with our calendar and the current temperature of August. While we had hoped to raise some of the shortest paths of the Park, ranger service politely us informed that we were of looney tunes. To 114 ° F outside, trails have been effectively closed. My dream of photographing the waves of fire was temporarily on hold. But fortunately for us, many of the most popular rock formations in the Park and the desert vistas were visible more or less directly from the road.
we assume the white domes road, channel North-South, the most picturesque of the Park. And guys. We. have been. AWE. has struck. I do not know if it was the fact that we had done a little research and therefore had no idea what to expect or heat stroke early onset but we simply could not remain silent on the beauty of the surreal landscape opens before us.
it was as if we were driving through a VAT of sorbet Rainbow, or in thick strokes of a painting by Wayne Tiebaud. I don’t say this often, but pictures just did not do justice.
corresponding to visors in new strike
how had visited Las Vegas five times and were never here? I certainly won’t repeat the same mistake. With such a crazy short ride from Sin City, I can’t wait to come back here again for a hike, both colder than the year. With $10 campgrounds in square and Lake Mead and the Hoover Dam near neighbours, I could just made a weekend out of it.
see the size of this small van side aptly named Balancing Rock?
after returning to the main road to the Park, we made a final stop on our way to the entrance of the West – the hives. Eroded by wind and water, they were the perfect odd farewell to our time short but super soft in the Park.
at the time where the horizon of Sin City came back in sight, I felt like weeks rather than days since we had finally laid eyes on it. The JUCY keys want to say goodbye to an old friend. However, filled as I already was with nostalgia, I save the aspirant to another day. Because at this moment, we already look forward to our next adventure.
we were Burning Man related.
stay tuned for one last post – an overview of our roadtrip and a tour inside our ride!
Thank you yannick for our sweet ride! As always, you receive my honest thoughts, complete notice and badly written jokes regardless of who is paying the Bill.