The northern end of Zion canyon tapers to a region called “The Narrows,” where you can continue venturing but must do so through the icy, silty Virgin river. We stopped here, as did many others who had also ridden the bus shuttle to the last of 9 stops along the canyon. Keeping traffic to shuttles-only in summer (except for visitors staying at the Zion Lodge midway up the canyon) keeps the traffic reasonable. I can’t speak for high summer, but in late September when most American families are tied to the school schedule, the numbers of visitors seem reasonable, but still steady. This is when Europeans know to come.
Anyway, a lot of people collect at this point where some continue on in rented water boots, but many, like us, just hang out and try to not get our feet wet for the walk back to the shuttle. Ironically, I was just the other day explaining to James what the term “bottleneck” means.
Chihuly at the Bellagio in Vegas. No limits on performance, excess, or extravagance here. Except what you bring to it.
Today these two and I went on a trail run before the family and I embark on a little road trip tomorrow. I was looking forward to getting this long run done, so that it just doesn’t matter what I do for the next few days. Here we were at about mile 11, and unfortunately had yet to scale the mountain behind us. It was a slow slog. Early on, we saw a rattler:
By “saw,” I mean “ran by and screamed and leapt four feet in the air when we discovered we were right next to it.” We also saw a coyote, casually walking toward us ahead on the trail. We weren’t too rattled by that encounter and it chickened out off to the side of the trail. No photo opp.
We finally made it to the top of Rockhouse.
Even though cloudy, the air was the clearest I’ve seen all summer. You can see Pt. Loma and the Pacific in the distance. From there, we let gravity do most of the work in getting us back down to the car. It has been encouraging me into restful positions ever since.
I meant to post this yesterday because it was all I had. And I forgot.
Somehow, I never realized this was actually a thing.