Zion, Bryce and Grand Canyon National Parks were a great trio. They are related geographically and geologically, but each is unique in it’s own way. I am in awe of the power of water and the delicacy of rock, and of the amazing opportunity to gaze upon the history of millennia.
Even though my East Coast Mom and Dad have been to the Southwest U.S. several times, I guess at least my Mom had primarily been in urban areas. For me, after having lived in Los Angeles for 16 years, it was fascinating to watch Mom have her mind blown over and over by the stark desert and wide open spaces. It got me thinking (again!) about how much geography frames our lives, and therefore everything we think we “know” to be “true” based on that lived experience.
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- After only a couple of weeks of driving a motorhome and towing a car, I drove Minnie & Max over Zion’s hairpin turns and steep grades in the wind with no guard rails. That’s when I knew I was a BEAST.
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- Light and shadows
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- Zion panorama
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- You can really get the scale by looking at the tiny people on the ground
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- Virgin River
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- Mom and Dad exploring
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- Cactus flowers, a flash of pink
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- Zion peaks
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- Oh, that blue sky!
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- That river carved that rock!
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- Zion Arch
