Latest Adventure

For our anniversary, Danny and I went to St. George.  We had a fabulous time eating, hanging out with family, going to a concert and so forth.  However, our grand adventure was visiting one of my favorite spots in Utah, Zion National Park.  Our first day there, we hiked the Riverside Trail which took us to the mouth of the Narrows.  We decided to forge on in the frigid water and came across some breathtaking scenery.  Danny and I were snapping pictures like crazy.  We only hiked up the Narrows for a couple of miles and then turned back around.  We now have a new goal to hike the whole thing.  The second day we did some quick short hikes before we had to head back home.  We visited the Weeping Rock Trail which was beautiful and the Patriarch Court look out, which was more like 10 steps than a hike.  Prepare yourself for some awesome red rock photos.

The Narrows

The entrance

Danny and Me

Behind us is the hanging gardens that grow right out of the cliff,
so amazingly beautiful.

And that is what I call some massive cliffs.

A really nice British guy gave me his walking stick, for
which I will be forever grateful.  I was also pleased it
looked like it could be Moses' staff. 

Shimmery Splendor

When I said the water was frigid, I was not joking.
It kind of hurt until your feet went completely numb.

Just around the river bend! (Every once in a while, you just have 
to quote Disney song.)

I thought this tree looked so majestic, the way it glowed in the sunlight against 
the dark canyon walls.

Danny the Explorer.  (Move over Dora)

The canyon walls jetting up to the sky.  One of the coolest things I've seen!

Another view of the canyon.  I seriously couldn't
get enough.

The red cliffs welcoming us back.

Weeping Rock Trail

The view from down here

I liked this tree, my leafy canopy.

Weeping rock

Standing under the water's edge.

Why so sad little rock?

What makes your tears fall? (Other than gravity.)

Getting my hands wet.

One must take couple pictures when on an adventure together.

An angelic moment.

Patriarch Court Lookout

Just reminding you that we were in the desert.

Meet spike.

The Court of the Patriarchs. 

In my heart resides a special spot for glorious mountains like these.

Danny and me, to prove we were there.

All adventures must come to an end.

We returned home late Monday night, tired and sore.  I was grateful to be able to sleep in my own bed again.  However, as I dusted off my Chaco hiking sandals and hung up my Camelbak pack for the season, the all too familiar sadness came over me.  I've been holding it off pretty well this year, but it comes as the days grow shorter and colder.  My summery hiking and explorations will have to wait until next year after the winter months when the earth decides to thaw. I miss the mountainous trails already.