After my whirlwind day in Salt Lake City, my friends and I headed south to Zion National Park for a weekend of hiking, camping, and ogling amazing canyons and buttes. We got there in the early afternoon, and incredibly, there was a campsite left in one of the grounds inside the park. However, we had our sights set on something a little more isolated so we left the man of the camp to stake our claim while the ladies went on a dirt road adventure to find a site on Bureau of Land Management land just outside the park. We found some gorgeous spots and went back for our third to give up the tight-packed campground for something a little more spacious.

Exploring on the BLM land yielded lovely views. Especially of the approaching storm.

Exploring on the BLM land yielded lovely views. Especially of the approaching storm.

The sunset from our campsite after the storm passed.

The sunset from our campsite after the storm passed.

Unfortunately, it started to rain. Yes, in the desert. I thought for sure this would be the one camping trip the whole summer that didn’t get rained on, but I was definitely wrong. Some of the roads to the BLM land were supposedly impassable when wet, so we set up next to a lovely little creek (after waiting out the storm in the car).

We had a delicious dinner of pudgy pie pizzas (if you don’t know about pudgy pies, you need to) while we planned our attack for the next day. We had only one full day in the park, so to make the most of it, we decided to hike Angel’s Landing. The guide books said it was a strenuous hike with a portion that went up to a peak with chains to hold on to. No problem! We are all relatively fit people and there are handrails!

Woah. This hike was the most thrilling, terrifying, fun, adrenaline-pumping hike I have ever done. It felt totally insane to be up on the top of a narrow rock cliff with nothing to stop you from falling over 1,000 feet to the bottom of the canyon. The signs at the trailhead about people dying didn’t help.



Double yikes!

Double yikes!

I am not “scared of heights.” I have a healthy respect for them, but I’m not the person who’s paralyzed with fear on a third floor balcony. That did not matter. This was scary. We all had our moments, interestingly at different points for each of us, where we stopped and said, “I don’t know how to keep going.” For me, the scariest parts were the section where there was about two feet of rock to walk on with a sheer drop on either side and no chain, as well as at the top where there was maximum distance to fall.

An Angel Landing

Pictures can not do this path justice.

It was an out-and-back trail so as I was clinging to the chain for my life on a ledge as wide as my two feet together, someone else, or rather a steady stream of people, were coming down at the same time. We got VERY close to some of our hiking companions. The worst part was that they all said, “You’re almost there! It’s totally worth it!” It was worth it, I grant them, but we were never almost there! On our way down I understood this phenomenon. Everyone was so relieved to have gotten to the top that it seemed like the way up was a piece of cake! They must have blocked out their moments of sheer panic.

Anyway, the view from the top was absolutely incredible. Most of the park is in the valley, so seeing it from this height offered a grand perspective. We made our way down with relatively few anxiety attacks and all felt proud to have made it to where the angels land.

View From the Top 1View From the Top 2Feeling the need to sit down, yet wanting to see the rest of the park, we hopped on the shuttle and rode to the end of the road. It was a short walk to The Narrows trailhead. The canyon here gets very–you guessed it–narrow. You can walk the river to where it is even more narrow, but we weren’t equipped for that so we called it a day and headed back to camp.

We soaked our feet in the creek and drank some beers and were enjoying the relaxing time when a truck full of rednecks pulled up. It turned out this was not BLM land. It was a private lot that the owner, a friend of the lead redneck, had set up as a campground for nature lovers to use for free, so it was fair game and these guys were playing. They drove in hollering with dogs barking and all we could do was hope they would not camp next to us. Guess what? They did. We talked to them after our dogs had a standoff and they seemed ok…until I saw the handgun sticking out of one guy’s jean shorts. We were in for a long night.

Sunrise after the rednecks.

Sunrise after the rednecks.

They told us they were going to make a big fire in spite of the fire ban and the forest fire we saw in the distance the day before. They managed this by collecting firewood. By “collecting,” I mean they grabbed tree branches and whacked them against live trees to break them apart. Redneck hatchet, I guess. The three of us were so tired we went to bed basically as soon as the sun went down. Or tried to. Once the fireworks ended, I thought I would finally fall asleep until one of the guys stumbled into the tree next to my tent during their “camp crawl” to go harass some more conscious neighbors. After I heard them come back through, all was quite and I could finally rest. That is, until 6 am when the fireworks started again! It may have been annoying at the time, but at least I got a good blog post out of it.

We left that day through the Zion-Mt. Carmel tunnel which puts you out on the other side of the canyon from where we came in. The difference in the landscape was very interesting and we even saw a desert bighorn sheep. Another check on my big game viewing list.

IMG_4698We drove the long way home through Dixie National Forest and stopped in Bryce Canyon to check out some of the overlooks and have a picnic lunch, then back to Salt Lake City.

I drove back to Colorado the next morning and capped off my sightseeing for this trip with a ride through Colorado National Monument. I will have a photo post of Bryce and the Monument coming soon.


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