An 8 mile hike through the burnt red amphitheater of Bryce Canyon National Park feels endless. Looping under vigilant arches, passing between the silhouettes of those iconic eroded pillars, the hoodoos, each step feels both identical to and distinctive from the step before. Like wrinkles on a human face, the cracks and slides on each spire are evidence of a life well-weathered, of surviving the elements. It’s easy to forget, staring 2,000 feet up at the them, that the existence of Bryce is as fleeting – geologically – as our own brief glimpse.
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Next stop on our Southwest American road trip: Zion National Park, Utah
Previous stops: Lake Powell Arizona, the Navajo Reservation and Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah