Friends of ours left Vernal and moved home to Boulder. We could see why. So quiet. So pastoral. So peaceful. So home.
We had been to Bryce Canyon before, but I had never hiked down among the hoodoos. We had time today. Booklogged sat in a comfortable chair overlooking that most enchanted of places and chatted with passers by, drinking in the beauty and reading a page or two from her current book. I hiked the Navajo Loop. It was a thrilling time to dive into the Canyon and weave through the towering structures of orange limestone. I felt like a vanilla icecream molecule wandering around inside a Creamsicle. Edward Abbey types resent the trails and development in the parks, but I think the mix of human architecture and nature are wonderful. The switchback trail into the canyon, has done no harm, looks beautiful and allows access to hundreds who wouldn't brave the interior any other way. I'm glad they did it!
On the journey we were thankful for the few dull spots in the landscape. Chances to cleanse our palates, so to speak, for the next vista of grandeur.
We arrived in Zion in the evening. The fall leaves were perfect. The lower elevation of Utah's Dixie affords autumn leaves much later than up in the north. What a gorgeous time to visit the park! For the umpteenth time on this trip, Sweetie pronounced this the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen! Superlatives are abundant in Southern Utah! We love it!
Enjoy the slide show!