I remember singing an old hymn in church, “We’re marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion…..” and that is how I felt as it seemed we slowly made our way to Zion National Park. Don’t get me wrong, the areas we drove through and photographed were incredible. But Zion was our last bit of westward travel, after visiting here for a few days we had to start driving SLOWLY back home. So as much as I looked forward to visiting the park, exploring some new areas, climbing Angels Landing and meeting up with Amy’s folks in St. George, arriving there was rather bittersweet - I love the park, but in just a few days we were heading home and that would be the end of our epic trip.
BUT we still had some great times ahead.
An easy walk in the early morning led us to the lower Emerald Pool waterfall. We’d had so much rain that the falls were running nicely. The sun lit up the falls in an amazing display. Beautiful.
Amy about to head up to the top of Angels Landing. Note the chains.
The one thing Amy wanted to do on this visit to Zion was hike Angels Landing. It was an amazing hike. Yes it was tough, but awesome. We had perfect weather and timed it right by being on the first bus to the drop off point.
You can find Amy’s blog here on the climb.
The classic view of the Watchman from the bridge over the rain swollen Virgin River.