September 25, 2008 — After 4 nights in the Cedar City Comfort Inn, we finally checked out this morning. The hotel was so comfortable (so new they still hadn’t put the exercise room together) and inexpensive, I was ready to stay another month. But alas, the road — or I should say the canyons — were calling us wanderers.
Alas, we finally visited Zion National Park. Unlike Bryce and the Grand Canyon in which the visitor looks down over the rim into the canyon. With Zion, you drive into the Canyon and look up (and up and up). Actually, we didn’t drive this time either, since cars are not allowed on the scenic road. Instead we took a shuttle bus into the Canyon. It is set up so that you can get on and off at any of the stops and stay as long as you like since new shuttles arrive approximately every 8 minutes. We opted to ride the whole way to the end of the scenic drive to “Temple of Sinawava.” Then we walked back to the next shuttle stop, and rode it to “Weeping Rock.”
Carl encourage me to take a look at the Weeping Rock while he rested his foot. This was a very vertical walk (but civilized since it was a cement walkway) up to an area in which the rain water that seeps down the limestone reaches the harder rock and then exits sideways making a nice cold shower. This water that is coming out is 1200 years old. Can you imagine? I stood under the dripping water and got very wet and walked back to show Carl that I had 1200 year old water on me. But the air is so dry that by the time I got back (only took maybe 10-15 minutes), I was completely dry.
Confession. You will not see a photo of the Weeping Rock because “numb nuts” here, forgot to charge her camera battery the night before and ran out of juice shortly after visiting the Temple of Sinawava area. This means that during our walk, when Carl sighted an authentic, undocumented Anasazi ruin — a round grain bin up in a rock overhang, I couldn’t take a picture. O.K. I have learned my lesson! And there are about a hundred more photos that I did not take.
We then took the shuttle bus to the The Grotto and then to the Zion Lodge where we had a slice of pizza and a soft serve cone– and sat and watched the afternoon sunlight change the color of the rocks above us. It was so pleasant to just sit in the park.
We left Zion around 3 and decided to head up Rte 15 to 70 to get closer to the Arches (should see this tomorrow) and hopefully Mesa Verde in Colorado in a few days. We’ll see. One more thing that I could not take a photo of… Cove Fort which was built in 1867 to serve as a way station for people traveling between the central Utah Communities.
Our conclusion at end of day at Zion is that we will return in October. We would like to rent bikes and do the bicycle trail. I’d like to stay a night in Springdale. It’s one of those upscale tourist towns. Maybe there will be vacancies by then.