My family and I just returned from a week at Zion Canyon in Utah. When you see pictures of national parks you can usually bet they’ve been doctored up a bit to enhance the beauty of the place. I was expecting the same of Zion. However, I was taken aback by the rugged beauty of the place. Those photos aren’t doctored folks, it really looks like that.
There isn’t a whole lot to write about Day 1 of the trip. We packed up the van the night before. I hitched up the mini-van to the trailer and parked it out front ready to go. We stumbled out and piled into the van at 4am and drove. And drove and drove. Before the trip I was a little concerned with how the van would tow the trailer. The trailer is a bit on the heavy side for our van but it turned out there was no need to worry. The van had plenty of power for all but the steepest hills. I was a little concerned with the wind but I was able to hang on and we eventually arrived.
We pulled into Watchman Campground in the park at around 4:30pm. I was beat, the kids were grumpy, and, well, I was pretty grumpy too. All that changed after the hustle and bustle of setting up the camper and transporting suitcases and pillows to the trailer. It was after we all sat down and just looked around us that we (even the kids) were awestruck by the beauty of the place.