Grand Canyon conquered, it was time for the Cook family to make their way northward, for the second stop of our Westward voyages - Zion, Utah! We were dragging our feet to leave a place as remarkable as Arizona's very own world wonder, but the destination awaiting us at the other end of the drive was more than worth the trip... as you're soon to find out.
First, driving up through Arizona all but confirmed that it might be the prettiest state I've ever been in -- every new mile on the highway, there was a new vista of purple and blue striped mountain formations in the distance; picture the scenery of any cowboy movie you've ever watched, and there it is on the plains of Arizona, staring you in the face.
After a quick rest stop at the breathtaking Glen Canyon (we figured it was kind of like the Grand Canyon's littler, lesser known cousin), it was onward to Zion!
I want to be absolutely clear: for the most part, there was not a bad moment in our entire ten days away. We'd have been blessed and privileged to see half of our itinerary -- which makes what I'm about to say all the more impressive, hopefully. All four members of the Cook family unanimously agree:
Although the other sections of Utah we drove through seemed totally arid, Zion is cut through by the Virgin River, and the water brings green along with it. Red rock mountains rise hundreds of feet in the air alongside both sides of the road through Zion, with trees spreading up the sides from their source in the river. The long valley is inaccessible to passenger cars, so we had to park and take a shuttle to the headlining attraction at Zion - the Narrows.
So that river I mentioned? The Narrows is a part of the trail through Zion where the cliffs converge to only the width of the water apart from one another. The Cook family hiked -- lol, hiked -- up our skirts and plunged into the river to follow along its twisting course, and you're hearing it here: it was one of the very best experiences of this writer's twenty-one years on Earth.
The water was more refreshing than I can describe in the desert heat, and we spent a good hour and a half wading upstream against the current without going in deeper than our knees. The river twisted every hundred yards or so, so there were new, even more beautiful sights around every new bend - honestly, I would have followed it all the way to the end, if I could have.
Rhapsodies in blue |
We're heading thataway |
This sorta stuff makes a fella feel small - in the best way possible. |
Next up: back to Zion for one of the Cook family's most memorable adventures to date. Want a clue? "Ride like the wind, Bullseye!"
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