Zion National Park

In the morning, we strolled through the town of Springdale, laid out in a straight line along the road.

Damian fed a captive elk:

Then we went to Zion. My pictures can't capture the grandeur of it, the feeling of being surrounded by these majestic red-and-white striated cliffs. Nevertheless, here are some pictures:

This was toward the beginning of our hike.

On the way to the Emerald Pools.

To put these images into perspective. Dan and Damian, very small against the cliff. And there's more cliff below the path.

The middle of the three emerald pools. We stopped here because the climb to the highest was too steep for small feet.

On the way from the pools to the Grotto, a more level (but high altitude) path along a cliff's edge.

We hiked for three hours without much stopping at all. We were all transfixed, I think, looking forward to each new discovery along the way.

So beautiful there. I can understand why the Paiute considered it sacred land.

Posted by Tamar at September 4, 2005 10:46 PM | TrackBack