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Las Vegas & Valley of Fire State Park
Las Vegas & Valley of Fire State Park
Las Vegas & Valley of Fire State Park
Las Vegas & Valley of Fire State Park
Las Vegas & Valley of Fire State Park
Las Vegas & Valley of Fire State Park
Our Journey, Photography

Las Vegas & Valley of Fire State Park

What is there to say about Las Vegas? The first thing that comes to mind is “You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy”. I honestly dislike Vegas. Everyone makes it out as if it is some amazing, awesome place to go. Can you find the best in unnecessary entertainment? Absolutely. Can you shoot a machine gun out of a helicopter and then eat a half pound burger with an outing called “Bullets and Burgers”? Of course you can. By that measure, it is a paradise for self indulgence and excess. For anyone else however, that doesn’t enjoy the bright lights, exuberant sounds and excessive party atmosphere, it is quite miserable. Even the people in the casinos don’t seem particular happy to be there. It seems they are just mindlessly transfixed on the absurdity that they are special and are somehow going to beat the system…

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Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Shiprock to Zion
Our Journey, Photography

Shiprock to Zion

We drove up from Alamogordo on a blistery Saturday morning. Most of the drive was through arid, hilly terrain with an occasional dusty small town to pull off in to get gas. As we approached Shiprock, the elevation began to climb and the outside palette shifted from fine sand to a mix of rock and snow. Setting up in the dark isn’t much fun but by this point we have a pretty good system and in less than 15 minutes we were setup for the night. The blistering cold of the desert will always be a shock to me. When I was growing up, I always pictured deserts with extreme heat, tumble weeds and lizards skittering across the sand and baked earth. Being out here is a completely different experience from the images conjured from my childhood imagination. Even in the RV the cold air could be felt seeping in through any nook or gap it could possibly find. Fortunately, we were prepared and have a number of heavy blankets to keep warm throughout the coldest nights.

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