Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones.
They're the modern stone age family
From the town of Bedrock,
They're a page right out of history.
Let's ride with the family down the street.
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet.
When you're with the Flintstones
you'll have a yabba dabba doo time.
A dabba doo time.
You'll have a gay old time.
Although Dave and I planned to camp each night, nature created conditions in Utah that would have made doing so a miserable experience. As we approached Las Vegas, though, everything was perfect for a night under the stars. About 50 miles northeast of Las Vegas, Valley of Fire State Park is Nevada's first and foremost, an impressive jumble of fiery red sandstone formations in an otherwise dull brown Basin and Range desert landscape. V of F could well be a national park for its spectacular geological formations, prehistoric rock art, and wildlife but in an American West filled with such fantastic venues it only has state park status. The campground is one of my favorites I've stayed in anywhere; set amongst the boulder fields it feels like something out of The Flintstones.