People describe the two, just 75 miles apart, as "In Zion you look up and in Bryce, down". Don't say that to the German hikers that are streaming past me this morning. They climb all over


An artist's rendering of Zion
AND ON TO BRYCE
Being a sensible person I shivered over to the park's grand hotel and set up an office. A fire roars nearby -as I write this- in a huge stone fireplace. Ahhh.
With the cold, the fire, my aching hiking feet, I almost feel like a Utah pioneer. The lodge will start serving breakfast at seven. If it doesn't warm up soon I'll have to trade in my pioneer shorts for something else.
It was a successful adventure as once I got the bottom, I did not have to be airlifted to the top.
I'll be in the Grand Canyon this afternoon. I can't get enough of the world's greatest hole in the ground. They don't call it "grand" for nothin'.
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