A Startling Encounter at the Valley of Fire, Nevada

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It was shortly after 5 am. A pale rim of gold emerged above the mountain ridge. Beyond, the valley stretched out. I was standing at the window on the 18th floor of the “black pyramid” in Las Vegas. We had arrived in Sin City the day before and gotten a room at Luxor Hotel for only $30. Our rental car was parked way below. I tried to peer down to the parking lot, but could only make out hundreds of reverberating windshields.


I turned over to look at Mei. She was still asleep. Her hand was resting on my pillow. I wondered what was going on behind her closed lids. Whether she too, wanted – no, needed – to inhale the scent of sun-baked rocks. We were both longing to be on the road again, to break free, to get rid of the restlessness that was eating at our core. As soon as she would open her eyes, we would set out to the Valley of Fire in the Mojave Desert.



Little did I know what decisive moment I would be living only a couple of hours later. It was still early when we entered the state park. The air was already hot. After a few kilometers, we saw the first red sandstone domes. Mei made a full stop. We left the car, mesmerized by the steep blood-red rock shapes surrounding us.


Although excited at the hiking adventures ahead of us, we did not want to hurry. We lay down onto the street, took pictures of the road that stretched and curved like a ribbon. I wanted to capture the profundity of a road that is eternally unfolding, like life itself. But the desert has its very own savageness. In close-up, every single sand grain is crystal clear, but beyond reach, the horizon is forever hazy, shimmering and vague.


As we moved on, we saw sculptures everywhere, posing lasciviously in fiery cactus land. We entered a maze of crimson spires, playing hide and seek. Above us, a metallic blue sky was promising an upcoming heat wave.


Mei shot me a joyful look. None of us could have imagined what was about to happen.



Our first point of interest was the beehives and the petrified logs – fossils that have been charring for hundreds of years. Mei then spotted the Mouse Trail, which is famous for its prehistoric petroglyphs, and was once the hideout of a Southern Paiute Indian renegade called “Little Mouse”, who in the 1890’s was accused of gunning down two prospectors.


The hike in itself was easy enough, but the atmosphere was becoming increasingly sultry. So we sat down under a ruby arch, and Mei handed me a flask of water.


–       Are you happy?

I shot her the look, the one that only she gets to see.

–       Very.


We kissed. Then I broke free and started climbing a twisted stone formation when a dusty green lizard ran into my foot. It was the first animal we spotted since we arrived. I tried to capture it with my camera, but it managed to squeeze into a crevice and disappear. The crevice shone like a grey vein, and I could almost sense its pulse.



It was at that exact moment that I heard them.


A couple was yelling from above. We had seen them an hour ago, touring through the valley in a vermilion convertible. The man reminded me of David Hasselhoff. The woman was dressed like Audrey Hepburn, wearing a scarf and huge sunglasses.

–       Hey guys! Come up here! It’s amazing! We have found Mouse’s Tank! And there’s still water in it!

I looked at Mei. She was thinking the same thing. It’s very rare to find these sandstone cisterns in the desert.

–       Come on, the climb is easy!

We started mounting the mesa, reaching for the peak, where the couple was egging us on to continue. I clearly remember my inner instinct screaming, telling me to be careful: why would they care, whether we make it up to the summit or not? Why were they so eager to get us up there? I mean, what was their intention?

My mind was already sending me pictures of our bruised bodies lying at the bottom of a pit. But why? Why would I be so distrustful? Was it because of our metropolitan lifestyle in Paris, where anonymity and individuality had nurtured a constant apprehension? Or was it the effect of the desert, the isolation and emptiness of it all? Is it true that when we are faced with a hostile environment, we tend to consider other human beings as possible dangers?



When we finally reached the top, the man clapped his hands.

–       Well done!

The woman was beaming. For a moment I wondered whether I was lost in one of David Lynch’s movies. The man pointed at the precipice on the other side.

–       It’s here. Come on, take a look!

Mei made a step back. I knew that she was suspicious too. If we died here, who would find our bodies? Who would think of looking for us at this altitude?

I followed the man to the cliff, but kept a short distance. I was actually preparing my body to react appropriately if needed. Every move of self-defense I ever learned was coming back to me now. I remember that I was amazed that adrenalin could do that: to conjure up whatever information we might need to overcome the danger.

–       You see. It is just down there. You need to lean to see the tank.

He looked at me, expectantly. I knew that I had to make up my mind. I was going to trust this stranger, or not. And then I took a decision… I took a leap of faith. I leaned over, turning my back to the man. If he wanted to push me off the cliff, he could have done it. But he did not. Or else I wouldn’t be able to write these lines.



And I did see Mouse’s Tank. It was scorching hot, and yet, here we found the most precious thing on earth: potable water.

I glanced up.

–       Thanks, buddy!

He gave off a shrug.

–       Don’t mention it! I just thought it would be cool to share this with you girls

And it definitively was. But he actually offered me a bigger gift than he intended. He helped me trusting my guts, AND putting away mistrust when it is not welcome.



Clearly, the desert is a dangerous place and you might meet misfits or deranged minds. You need to be alert. But sometimes you also need to cut the crap, and decide whether you should trust a stranger or not.


We climbed down the canyon in silence. The afternoon shadows were widening, slowly slithering out of crevices. The air was increasingly muggy. When we reached the Rainbow Vista, which is a vast area of multicolored rocks, a series of thunderbolts was tearing up the sky dome. We pressed on to the fire canyon, admiring the ever-changing colors of the scenery. Glad to be alive. Glad to be free. Glad to be us, together.

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16 Responses

  1. I can certainly understand the draw of the Valley of Fire in the Mojave Desert. A hike up those red rocks would have this rock geek fascinated! I too would have been leery if a stanger wanted me to lean over a precipice. But great that they shared their discovery with you. I still would approach another similar situation with caution. But good to have your faith in people rewarded.

  2. Oh my goodness you had me on pins and needles. So happy that you were able to stay safe and learn to better trust your neighbors throughout the world.

  3. panushwari
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    I generally follow my gut when I am in a situation like this. Being a solo traveller, its actually quite difficult for me to trust – but glad you guys had such an amazing time! I love the photos!

  4. Carol
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    I love the names of these places: the Valley of Fire, Rainbow Vista. Then it’s the very mousey-named Mouse Trail where you have your adventure. I’d love to see the prehistoric petroglyphs.

  5. Dorene
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    I love your story telling Kerstin! You kept me enthralled the whole way through to find out what happened. Fear and trust in a stranger and the view was a beautiful outcome. The only thing was I was waiting to see what your view was of the Mouse’s tank! Great pics!

    • Mei and Kerstin
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      Thank you Dorene! Well, unfortunately we don’t have any photo of the Mouse’s tank. We were too surprised to be called up there by strangers, and to see water in the middle of a desert, so we just enjoyed the moment and didn’t even take any pics. haha…

  6. Hannah Henderson
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    Kerstin, I love the way you tell this story of fear and trust – it was a wonderful read. I had moments like that when I used to travel alone – you have to trust your instinct, but also take those risks that lead to amazing new experiences. We will be in that area next year, so I look forward to visiting – and maybe finding our own Hasselhoff / Hepburn moment!

    • Mei and Kerstin
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      Thank you, Hannah! I’m glad you’ll explore the Valley of Fire next year. And I’m sure you’ll find your own exceptional moments there! 😉

  7. Tom
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    This sounds like it was an intense, but it looks like it was definitely worth it! I wasn’t aware of the Valley of Fire before reading this post. I will definitely check it out now after reading!

  8. Kavita Favelle
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    We stayed at the Luxor when we first visited LV and it was brand new then, so yeah a long time back. Love your description of that need “to inhale the scent of sun-baked rocks”, such a poetic way of explaining that urge! I love that you then came across the couple who so generously shared what they had found and encouraged you to climb and see it too, and the trust you put in them when you did!

  9. Jem
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    I love the way you described everything, it really made me feel as though I was with you. Such an intense hike but the photographs are stunning

  10. Tanvi
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    Valley of fire really sounds like an intense place to be.. I’m glad you decided to trust that stranger and take that leap of faith.. It can be hard sometimes but well that’s what leap of faith means.. 🙂

  11. Jennifer (Dr. J)
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    I understand what you mean. It can be so hard to trust a stranger, especially when you’re brought up in a city and are raised to be suspicious and wary. I had a similar experience in Porto, Portugal. We were peering into the window of an Art Deco theatre when a man popped out and invited us to come inside… We had to decide in that snap moment if we trusted him. We decided after a moment’s hesitation to go for it and had one of the best experiences of our travels, getting to see a place that very few tourists have seen. Sometimes you just have to take that leap!

  12. Noel Morata
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    Considering this is so close to the city outskirts, its worth the effort and drive to explore these magnificent red rocks and look for some interesting vistas and petroglyphs.

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