Our decision to visit southern Utah instead of southern California has proved to be fortuitous, not least because the west coast has had late Spring thunderstorms since Tuesday, so we could have been wandering round Los Angeles in the rain.
Our third piece of fortune was that unbeknownst to us it was National Parks Week which meant free entry, saving us the usual $25 entrance fee which delighted Marj who loves a bargain.
I figured that if we could visit another 49 parks by the end of the week, we would have covered our air fare to the US.
But returning to Bryce Canyon, it is hard to put into either words or photos what a stunning place it is. Starting at its 9,115 foot high peak, it offers one wondrous sight after another – a surfeit of wonderment Mrs P called it.
Looking out across the vast expanse of land laid out before you framed by the rugged beauty of the ‘hoodoos’, you start to get an inkling of just how large this country is and the bravery of the men and women who first tried to tame the land.
It is truly indescribable, so I shan’t even try other than to say that a visit is highly recommended should you ever pass this way.
As ever there are more photos on my Flickr page.