Red Rock Canyon lures you in

In an ancient age the western edge of North America perched on the rim of a tectonic plate far inland from the coast we know today. That site, now the Red Rock Conservation Area outside of Las Vegas, holds remnants of that early coastline in the rusty iron oxide that flows ribbon-like across the hillsides. The striated patterns are visible from miles away.

There are nearly 200 acres to explore. On a windy winter day, the desert outside of Las Vegas can offer a quiet respite from slot machines, floor shows and flashing lights. The two lane Route 159 leads north out of town through one suburban development after another as it rises toward the mountains. One last towering hotel complex, the Red Rock Casino, sits perched near the entrance to the park; lest one could forget the primary industry providing jobs in this dry, challenging environment.

The park itself has a gentle road loop with plenty of diverting trails to fill an afternoon of wandering. Day hikes are neatly marked on a downloadable map. The Red Rock Canyon Visitor Center is tucked close to the entrance of the main loop road and well worth a stop.  Weekly hikes and activities about the geology, plants and animals that might be encountered in the area make it easy to learn about the area no matter one's age.

Center displays focus on the geological history of the area and the wildlife, including arachnids, reptiles, birds and mammals. No matter what time of year, be sure to step outside along the illustrated outdoor trail with fountains, tall and movable displays and perfect vistas for pictures.

Once back on the loop road, photo opportunities are conveniently marked and many neatly maintained trails wait. Those more intrepid, trained and outfitted can scramble up challenging cliff faces.

In the summer heat, most of the park is deserted except for reptiles and cars passing through. Light shifts constantly in the winter as storm clouds stream past. Where there once was a dark crevice, a shallow valley may be revealed. Man marks his tracks with cairns while the pristine peaks dwarf and silently witness his presence.

Photo courtesy of author, Elaine J Masters.