We arrived at Bryce Canyon just in time for sunset.
It’s one of the strangest places on earth and further evidence, in my scientific opinion, that the universe must have been high when it created southern Utah.
Because we are nuts we got up super early to catch the sunrise there as well:
Those spindly spires are called hoodoos, by the way.
Eventually the sun came up.
We had been keen to hike but were rather sore after Angel’s Landing the day before. Because of the climbing component it was more of a full body workout and I may have been aching all over.
So we wandered a short way into the canyon and marvelled at the hoodoos. Then we drove to another lookout point.
You may have noticed I’ve purchased a white visor and it hasn’t yet left my head. While I’m thoroughly enjoying looking like a 70s/80s aerobics instructor/tourist, in truth it is ridiculously comfortable for someone with a head as large as mine. Which makes me feel better about a lifetime of discrimination from ‘one size fits all’ hats and #smallheadprivilege.
Andrew succesfully scaring the crap out of me:
After Bryce we jumped into the car and headed to the Grandest Canyon of them all…