We worried that perhaps we’d left the campground, outside Las Vegas, too early, in regards to other people’s concerns about the pandemic. After spending 45 days in one place, we weren’t sure how welcoming rural Nevada would be to a couple of displaced travelers. We left a city of 2,600,000 people and by mid afternoon, found ourselves in a small town of 260. Thankfully, Linda, the owner of the campground and market, where we ended up, put us right at ease, providing a shady campsite and information about local attractions that weren’t closed and could be visited without fear of reprisal.
The first place we ventured to, after we settled in, is called “The Sump”; locals refer to it as a petrified swamp. It is a place that is unmarked and unsigned and doesn’t show up on any maps. Despite it’s lack luster name, it turned out to be a wonderland with stumps of petrified wood, beautiful eroded cliffs and unusual clay spires. We were glad to have a 4 wheel drive vehicle as we searched for this obscure place, but after hiking and climbing through the bizarre formations, we felt like explorers seeing a landscape for the first time. What an incredible place!
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