Red Rock Canyon is a real treat. Located in Nevada, a half-hour from Las Vegas, it's controlled by the Federal government. It made us wonder how the state allowed it to slip from its grasp. It really is a treasure. We spent three days wondering up-and-down, climbing the rocks and boulders and of course, ascending more than 2,100 feet to the peak of Turtlehead in a short distance. The latter hike is a good challenge. When observing it from the car park or in fact, any other position, one wonders how a person can reach the summit. Well, it certainly is reachable and in fact, there are a number of different paths, some difficult.
One of the great contrasts of the gaming state is the natural beauty of the deserts and gambling houses and dens. Red Rock Canyon, and many of the other fantastic hiking locations, provide a much needed respite for the soul. It illustrates that a balance exists in the world: When we are at ground level in Las Vegas, we are restless and I'm irritated easily. From the moment we begin a climb, the soul asserts itself and tranquility reigns in the mind. At the peak, the views of the same Las Vegas become most attractive.
On the way down, a few hundred feet above trailhead elevation.
Reaching Turtlehead Peak.
A view of Turtlehead. Truth be told, we still struggle to see a route up.
Color in the Mojave Desert.
A 'blue' Las Vegas from Turtlehead.
Fascinating colors and views, from the saddle.
"If you tie the rope there, I might have a fighting chance, Sweetness."
"And if you don't mind, I'd like to rest first," replies a testy editor, as she approaches the top.
"No rush, Jen, I can stand here all day. I haven't anything else to do."
"In fact, I think that's Mount Charleston protruding; why don't I stand around and take it all in while you rest?"
"And I can watch the 'ducks'...well, that's what you call my winged friends."
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
A typical example of what the editor calls, "My ducks". No wonder I'm not always tactful.
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