Stop Four: Zion National Park

Our last stop before heading back east was Zion National Park.  We didn't have much time before we had to hit the road.  

We went to Bryce Canyon first and saw a little bit of it before the storm rolled in.  We could see it on the horizon all day.  We ended up back at camp earlier than usual and spent the afternoon drinking in the van under the string lights.  After almost two week of non-stop exploring, it was such a welcomed, relaxing afternoon.  

The next morning, we went to Zion and headed straight for the narrows.  At the entrance of the park, we were told to check in with the visitor center first because there were more storms in the forecast.  Zion is prone to flash floods and there's no way to predict which canyon will flood.  The park ranger basically said we could hike the narrows but it would be at our own risk.  There were going to be flash floods that day, but there was no telling when or where.  If we wanted to chance it, we could.

No question, we chanced it.

We ended up hiking in about 2 hours.  We were only going to hike in about an hour but every time someone suggested we turn around, someone else would say, "Just a little further." Finally, we decided we had pushed our luck and turned around.

It started storming as soon as we got back to the van. 

Zion was unreal.  The narrows were unreal.  And I'd go back there in a heartbeat, no question.

Bryce Canyon

Bryce Canyon: This just exists in nature, y'all.

Bryce Canyon

Pit stop.  Because how can you pass up the promise of "Tourist Stuff"?

Storms were definitely brewing.

Stormy afternoon in the van

The coolest part of the canyons were the walls.  These canyons were carved over the course of thousands of years.  Patterns changed every few feet.

Little Haley, Big Canyon.

Sometimes, I'd fall way behind.  Only to come around a corner to find these fools like this.