Disclaimer #1: There are WAY too many pictures in this post, but I know I'm not going to remember half of them if I don't sort and caption them now. And I'm too lazy to make a photo album. So this is my photo album, just open to the general public. Feel free to click away now if looking at 80 scenery pictures is not your thing. Even if you intend to brave the whole thing, I suggest making a cup of tea so it isn't 15 wasted minutes.
Disclaimer #2: I am absolutely no good at taking scenery pictures. This trip taught me that I don't have the foggiest notion of how to use the camera's settings in the great outdoors. Plus, my camera has something on the internal mirror (I think?) so there's occasional great black dots in the middle of my pictures. National Geographic would not approve. A lot of the decent pictures are the ones Lindsey took. I don't know which is the more pressing need-- a camera course, or a new/cleaned camera?
Of course, we didn't magically appear in Zion. I flew into Las Vegas late Sunday night, and we spent a chilly night in a Vegas hotel, muttering imprecations against the fool who had decided one extremely thin blanket was sufficient. Finally, at three in the morning, Lindsey called the front desk and asked for blankets, and after assuring them that yes, we really did want MORE blankets!!, we got our extra blankets a speedy 45 minutes later. After calling again. Anyway, then up for a buffet breakfast, past the jackhammer breaking up the concrete in the middle of the still functioning casino floor... The upshot is, I was REALLY ready to head over to Utah.
Just the trees and grasses were beautiful, let alone THE ENORMOUS CLIFFS OF GORGEOUSNESS looming in the background.
We had to stop for pictures a lot. For some reason, I felt compelled to wear sunglasses on the top of my head most of the trip. Not sure why.
This might be the Great White Throne, but I totally forget now. Lindsey took all the brochures and maps we collected to plan her amazing spend-a-year-hiking-in-Utah trip, so I'm relying on my memory here. And it's faulty and sleep-addled.
The pool itself was there, though, all still and reflective.
Of course, if we were really adventurous, we could have tried scaling them, or something. But I was quite content to pant up the official trail.
Interesting path for the trail!
That rock underneath the ledge looks like a fan, spread open.
I hope I haven't lulled you all to sleep by this point-- at least I'm not running a slide projector!