When last we spoke en route, we were headed out of Hurricane, Utah, and into Zion,
fueled with breakfast pastries and coffee.
Almost immediately out of town, the red rock began to rise up out of the distance.
Pretty soon, we were in Zion National Park, and if you have a bucket list, I'd add this one to it as soon as humanly possible. Because, it is beautiful.
Now, granted, we went at about the perfect time - late March/early April, good weather, about 9 a.m. in the morning. A dusting of snow had just fallen, making everything look like Christmas.
It was, in a word, enchanting.
We drove through the rest of the park, and it seemed, all too soon, that we were headed east again. We made another stop before heading to Colorado, but that's fodder for another blog post.
Until next time, keep it in the road.