Bryce Canyon is swanky. It's a mighty collection of wind-eroded valleys and spires (known as hoodoos. Woo hoodoos.) that collectively comprise one of the most stunning physical features that I've ever seen.
Park entry is usually $25, but no one was at the collection station, and the folks at the visitors center said that since no one was there, entry would therefore be free. Yay for free entry. Unfortunately, I accidentally camped next to the family circus, so screaming children and shrieking parents perniciously punctuated my evening hours.
It had to have dipped into freezing temperatures overnight. I wasn't cold, myself, in several layers and a sleeping bag. However, I poked my head out to see the night sky at some point, and I have a firm recollection of thinking, "I'll have to scrape those frozen children off my car in the morning." Chilly, indeed.
The hike was a good one, and now I'm off to Arches National Park, and thenceforth to Colorado.












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