Months ago I looked at Zion National Parkon the map and thought it massively convenient that it’s only about 40 miles north of the Grand Canyon.
That’s an hour in the van, tops. Result!
A pal looked over my shoulder and pointed out that there’s quite a sizable void between the 2 campsites and to his knowledge there wasn’t a bridge spanning the bugger. So instead of one hour in the van yesterday we spend seven.
It was a lovely drive though, with several stops to admire the view including this amazing ‘horseshoe’ bend of the Colorado River. Check out how small the boat looks from our perch 400ft up.
We’re in Utah now where there’s another subtle shift in the scenery. More Fir and Cottonwood trees, less Junipers, and if anything the rock formations are even more dramatic.
Our frustration at missing out on Yosemite later in the trip is tempered by what we find in Zion. The set-up is broadly similar; a long and winding valley floor dominated by epic mountain peaks and waterfallos on either side.
It’s ridiculously beautiful.
On our first full day we hike as high as the snowline.
Then, hopelessly unprepared turn right back.
It’s slowly warming up too. So I can finally scare Wend with some of my best ghost stories around the campfire.
We could get used to van life. Work is so overrated.
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