This is not my first time in Zion National Park.
The first time I came to Zion was over 45 years ago. It was only the second National Park I had ever been to, having been to Yosemite a week earlier.
I was by myself - I had been in California for a two-week vacation with a friend, and I extended my trip for another week to see Zion, Bryce, and the Grand Canyon while she flew back to NY.
The second time I came here was two years later, this time with my sister. It was part of a three-week, five National Park spree.
Fast forward a few years and I came with Bob and our 3 boys.
Then 16 years ago, Bob and I were here in the winter. Words cannot describe the beauty of white snow on red rock.
And finally, we were back in Zion last week.
The park is enormous, but the most visited section is Zion Canyon, carved by the Virgin River. We were in that part of the park for six days. We’ll be back for some of the rest later.
The views never get old. They change with the lighting, the time of day, the weather, and the season. You can sit in one spot all day and watch the view change minute by minute.
We went biking. We loaded our bikes on the shuttle bus, got off at the last stop, and biked down to the start, all downhill, stopping a million times on the way down to take pictures.
A campsite with a view.
"Snowing" Cottonwood Fluff in Zion National Park
