I’m leaving the kitchen today and sharing a few pictures of my recent hikes through Bryce Canyon and Zion National Parks. I hope you will enjoy them here as much as I did there.
I was fully on board. So we made some plans, packed up some gear, hopped on a plane, and went hiking last month. It was one of the best things I’ve ever done.
I’m fortunate enough to have visited some great National Parks, but I had never traveled to Utah or seen anything like this before. The hoodoos of Bryce Canyon are breathtaking, and the grandeur of Zion is magical.
Both places are other worldly, or at least they seem that way to a girl who grew up on flat farmlands in the Midwest. Here are a few pictures of where we explored.
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Could you plan a trip like this yourself? Of course.
For me, though, it was beyond valuable to have things taken care of. I didn’t have to think about getting into the parks and then figuring out what to do with a vehicle. I didn’t have to pitch a tent or cook a meal. And I met some really great people that I’m happy to have had the opportunity to spend a few days with.
To have my transportation, accommodations, and meals taken care of – not to mention the availability of knowledgeable guides who were willing to take you on a different hike when one look at the steep, crowded, narrow Angel’s Landing path made it clear that you were not about to march your clumsy butt up that thing – made it more than worth it. (The “you” in this scenario was, as you probably deduced, me.)
After a day of hiking, we came back to warm appetizers and cold beer. We ate dinner and sat by a campfire in nights so dark the stars hugged the horizon and the Milky Way stretched across the sky.
We slept in tents pitched on platforms. With canopies that created covered porches. Where we drank coffee in the morning before breakfast. Coffee, by the way, that was delivered to our tents.
All at private campgrounds that included hot water showers and toilets that flushed. After one particularly long day of hiking, we arrived in camp to find a warm foot bath waiting for each of us. I kid you not. I believe this is known as glamping. I can’t wait to do it again.