On the road again after some rest in Zion, Hebrew for "place of refuge." For us, the five days provided much needed rest and plenty of vegetation to refill the metabolisms. The majority of the campsites in the park sit vacant but occupied as the visitors hike the plethora of trails. Ours on the other hand, was commonly guarded by us lazy cyclists; which is not to say we didn't do or see anything, only that we spread two days worth of activities into five. Why not? It's not like we have to go back to work any time soon.
A big thanks to our special weekend guests Emily and Melanie, who drove down from Portland to deliver replacement parts, books, and most importantly; beer and delicious food.
As the few Americans headed out of Zion on Memorial Day, so did we. Our next destination; Bryce Canyon National Park to see the artfully eroded hoodoos. On our ride east on highway 9 out of Zion, we were forced to hitch rides through the dark and narrow Carmel tunnel. Once through, we were immediately introduced to beautiful red slick rock, and a side of Zion much different, yet equally as beautiful as the infamous canyon.
Zion to Bryce is about 80 miles; an easy distance over two days, with an elevation increase of roughly 3,000 feet. As I'm told, in Zion you look and hike up, and in Bryce it's down. I'll give a first hand account later, it's time to hit the trail.
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