If you fuel your journey on the opinions of others, you are going to run out of gas. –Steve Maraboli
Have you ever been captivated by a place where you were so enchanted by what was in front of you that you lost yourself in a moment? A place that sparked so many different emotions, made you gasp, jaw dropped to the floor, and kept you so insanely mesmerized?
Zion wasn’t it.
“Zion is so much better than Bryce,” they said.
“You will love Zion more than you will Bryce,” they said. Except I didn’t.
Perhaps it was because the park did not feel entirely accessible. With only shuttles taking you to and from, I did not feel like I could roam on my own time before having to catch the next shuttle (unless we wanted to be stranded, that is).
Perhaps it was because it was simply too crowded for such a small, centralized location. Or maybe it was not small. Maybe it just felt small.
Perhaps it was because it was not very traveler-friendly. The only nearby campground was completely packed (understandably), but where were the rest areas, or anywhere we could pull into for the night? We were left with no other choice but to pay an overpriced motel room.
Perhaps I let people’s words overshadow my own experience. If Bryce Canyon blew my mind, then Zion would surely be even more amazing, I thought. Egoistic expectations. Gah, how did I let it creep into my being?
Perhaps I was burnt out. Having been the last stop of our SW road trip before officially heading back north, maybe it was I who had very little spark left inside of me.
I was simply not inspired. Maybe it’s the reason why it took me this long to post this blog. Maybe.
ZION NATIONAL PARK
The ever so beautiful red roads of Zion National Park.
But can we take a moment to admire the cutest little beings that welcomed us right before we arrived at Zion?
Angels Landing was incredible. It’s still hard to believe it is even a legal hike. How in the actual heck? And the view!
It starts with all the switchbacks. Such a perfect workout! But that’s not even the reason I questioned whether it was legal :)
Do you see that cliff he’s looking toward? The narrow one; that’s the trail…
And the prize? Worth every sore muscle…
Did I mention we hiked on the 4th of July? It probably explains the massive crowds we encountered.
And like everything else, what goes up must also come down…
The Narrows was just that. The Narrows. I couldn’t help but think I was walking through a bigger version of Oregon’s Oneonta Gorge. Except completely bare, with muddier water, and no real gem at the end of the tunnel.
But if you’ve been to neither place, The Narrows will surely give you a great first experience to get your feet wet :)
And into the river we walked…
And with slippery rocks and a few strong currents, the sticks were absolutely useful.
Zion, Zion, what to make of your treacherous land, your alluring canyons, and angelic peaks that attract adventurous hearts by the crowds?
I believe every place has its own spirit, its own story, and its own magic. I did not feel it this time, but it only makes me want to visit again. With more time, a more rested self, a less critical heart, and without anyone’s opinions being my guide.
…Because even places deserve a second chance.
Love & Light,
***Sending out my deepest sympathies to those affected by the recent floods in Utah, including the flash flood at Zion’s Keyhole Canyon. I am only now learning of these tragic incidents. All the love to you.***
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