Massive granite domes and spires, some 2.5 billion years old and 600 feet high, rise out of the rolling sagebrush hills like a miniature Yosemite. Ant-like climbers cling to the folded walls and pinnacles, tiny astronauts surveying an alien landscape, while ravens circle high above and cast long shadows on cows mooing happily far below. Breezy summer afternoons are interrupted by massive storms billowing up off the Nevada desert to the southwest, turning the skies black with torrents of rain and sheets of lightning that threaten to send the entire landscape back to the bottom of the ocean. It’s a place of palpable history and nostalgia – one emigrant, headed west on the California Trail in the 1840s, likened the spectacle of rock to “water thrown up into the air from numerous artificial hydrants.”
The City of Rocks remains a place of wonder, tucked away in a remote pocket of the West, enchanting the minds of those who pass with its silent granite sirens, towering and ancient and beautiful.
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