Bryce Canyon National Park was the first proper post-jetlag, now-we’re-getting-sleep-and-have-balance hiking we did. We walked around for hours among the hoodoos and great towering cliffs, breathing deeply, lucky to be there at this point in time, enjoying the magnificence of the reserve.
Capitol Reef National Park
Another first. I hadn’t actually heard of Capitol Reef before this trip, a reserve built around a wrinkle in the earth called the Waterpocket Fold. We spent no time save a cursory drive through, on our way to the other side.
I took the opportunity to make a picture or two of our rental for the month – a silver Toyota Camry, which I found myself really, really enjoying. It’s a sure sign of age when excellent fuel economy, space and comfort become distinct pleasures. My pulse still quickens at the sight of a rice racer, but my body is appreciating, more than I thought possible, the kind of vehicle I can only describe as a dad-mobile.