There’s something about climbing to the top of a mountain or ridgeline and looking out across the landscape laid out below that always appeals to me. I think it’s the sense of perspective, literal and figurative, that I get on the world and the places I travel. There’s no place I like to do this more than along the rims of Zion National Park.
There’s something about climbing to the top of a mountain or ridgeline and looking out across the landscape laid out below that always appeals to me. I think it’s the sense of perspective, literal and figurative, that I get on the world and the places I travel. There’s no place I like to do this more than along the rims of Zion National Park.
When I passed through Capitol Reef for the first time in Spring of 2014, I knew very little about the park, and was wildly unprepared for what I would find. I arrived early in the morning and found an amazing camp site amongst the flowering apple trees of the Fruita District, and set out on what I thought was going to be an easy walk. I had spent the previous two weeks doing some particularly strenuous hiking, including a 24 mile hike through Canyonlands two days earlier, and wasn’t really in the mood for anything too taxing.
When I passed through Capitol Reef for the first time in Spring of 2014, I knew very little about the park, and was wildly unprepared for what I would find. I arrived early in the morning and found an amazing camp site amongst the flowering apple trees of the Fruita District, and set out on what I thought was going to be an easy walk. I had spent the previous two weeks doing some particularly strenuous hiking, including a 24 mile hike through Canyonlands two days earlier, and wasn’t really in the mood for anything too taxing.