Grand Canyon to Zion
We set our alarm this morning to wake up before the sun. Shuttled back out to Yaki Point and “our rock spot” just in time to admire the sun painting the canyon walls with every shade of red and orange. Cuddled up together we just sat and sat and sat, on the edge of the world gazing out into eternity. A couple hours later we stretched our legs back to the shuttle that took us a few miles west toward other lookouts and views of the tiny thread of a Colorado River, that just happens to be 300 feet across! Back at the van we wandered north in the direction of Zion but stopped by the Watchtower to see one last view of the canyon. The interior of the tower is painted in authentic Hopi designs. Back on the road we stopped at the Utah border so Mitch could get some “moonshine” and I bought an awesome trivet made of tumbled rust red and white swirled sandstone from a stand on the side of the hwy. Entering Zion National Park via the red Mount Carmel Highway, through tunnels and amongst multi colored giants, was and forever will be etched into my mind. We claimed the last site in the campground, snuggled in for a good night’s rest before the world of Zion showed itself in the morning.
