Okay, that title is a tad melodramatic. But it felt very bitterly cold, despite the fact it was barely freezing. We drove over to Bryce after a day's hiking in Zion, where we were down to T-shirts. Then, after sitting in the car long enough to let our muscles get good and tightened, we arrived at Bryce and attempted to see it all in the remaining hour of daylight. So we'd jump out of the warm van, ignoring the screaming muscles (okay, probably buff-n-tuff Lindsey did not have to ignore screaming muscles, but I did), jog up to the lookout point, and take some pictures. And it felt really, really cold. This was definitely the park we shortchanged the most, but we didn't have time to pay attention to them all properly. Next time.
Skhoop skirt. I am scheming about getting my own Skhoop someday. I think I've already used up my birthday presents for the year by getting to fly West for a week, but maybe next year Evan will be open to suggestions... I'm partial to the Hella.