Valley of Fire

As we drove out of Las Vegas, the land got redder and redder, and hillier and hillier. ("hillier" Hmm, that doesn't look right, but I'm pretty sure that's the correct spelling.) Our driver told us that the red in all the rocks is magnesium. The shapes were just so other-wordly, it was exactly how I imagine Mars to be...red and filled with these undulating, smooth shapes. I fully expected aliens (or at least rattlesnakes) to peer back at me as I peered inside. The above picture is an old Anasazi ruin.