Bryce Canyon
It’s pretty wild to step up to the ledge of Bryce Canyon and look over all of those… well…
Penises. A thousand thousand orange rock penises, as far as you can see. I don’t think there’s another place like this on earth. It is truly the ultimate rock garden.
And the best part is, you can’t see it until you suddenly and very much can. You drive through a little forest, park your car in a parking lot, take a quick hike, and then… this appears.
I spent the night at a campground inside the park, and in the evening I drove my car out to a slot canyon, which was recommended to me by a ranger. Sort of. They also mentioned that it was monsoon season, and it looked like it might rain, and “that wouldn’t be the best place to be stuck in a storm.”
But I figured I’d be alright for a little bit. So I drove the old outback down about six miles of dirt track before getting out and climbing down into the beautiful walls of Willis Creek. It felt a little surreal to feel the curved rock and look up at the canyon that had been chiseled out by a millennia of water flowing. It was even more surreal that I didn’t see another person the entire time. I was alone amidst the rock and the trickling creek and the walls that rose 100 feet above me.
And I was alone when I heard that distant peal of thunder, felt the first sprinkles of rain. So I quickly turned around and hightailed it out of the river bed. I had to make it to the Narrows.
Yin / Yang
Zig / Zag
The Overlook
Taking it all in
Boy: I don't want to do this, I'm just a little boy. Mom: Yea, but you're a tough little boy! Boy: Why do I have to be a tough little boy all the time? I don't want to be a tough little boy. Dad: There's no food here.
Another good morning
Willis Creek Slot Canyon
Flash Flood warning
Holding strong
Family Time
Setting up the bedroom