Zion National Park: a Foretaste of Zion

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” Soren Kierkegaard

I’ve been thinking about the four primary foci of our road trip adventure: living on the edge at the Grand Canyon, being nourished by the music of the Virgin River at Zion Canyon, testing our physical endurance by hiking from rim to floor and back again among the hoodoos, fins, and spires of the natural amphitheatres of Bryce, and soaring on a spiritual glide path in the transcendent music of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra with 4,000 other souls in Salt Lake City before turning southeasterly toward Longleaf Preserve, home, our own soft woodlands.

There is much yet to unpack from this journey, but I find it ripens in its own good time. The rest of tonight is for deep breathing in tune with the rolling thunder that brings to mind the Hall of the Mountain King.

Here, then, a few images from Zion, for dreaming.

We were lucky to stay in the lodge right in the heart of the canyon. Only shuttles and overnight guests are permitted in this sanctuary.
We hiked to the Emerald Pools. The interplay of rock and water wove a spell. I didn’t want to leave.

The river is a benevolent dictator: life-giver, sculptor, destroyer.
We relaxed on the porch of our lodge room each evening before walking up to the excellent Red Rock Grill for dinner.

Sweet dreams, all y’all.

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