We first stopped at the most scenic canyon country in the United States, Zion National Park. Originally established as Mukumpuweap National Monument in 1909, Zion National Park was renamed and re-established in 1919. "Zion" means "a place of refuge", and it truly was. It's the oldest National Park in Utah and by far the most beautiful.
We took a short hike to the Weeping Rock, where Navajo sandstone meets the clay-based siltstone and retains water. As the water accumulates, it moves sideways and emerges from the rock as gently trickling springs.
We met a big, fat, hairy caterpillar there. I was hoping to encounter a mountain lion, but oh well, the caterpillar was fun too.
We spent the night in the horrifyingly scary town of Kanab. A word to the wise: skip Kanab if you don't want to sleep in fear of being robbed, raped, or beaten. The hotel was nice enough; it was just the people that were, um, creepy.
More good times to come: Stay tuned for Bryce Canyon, the Grand Canyon, and Las Vegas.
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