Zion National Park; truly a haven of safety and peace. As I was coming back from town one evening, I caught the moon rising over the mountains.
One morning I was eating breakfast and looked up and saw clouds hovering in the mountains. I jumped in my car and drove outside the campground and snapped this photo.
October is the perfect month to visit Zion; the leaves are starting to change, the air is crisp and cool and occasional downpours wash the earth clean.
During my stay, rain, thunder and lightening continually fill the sky. Wispy clouds play games with the mountains and keep me spellbound with
their frail beauty. This view of the Towers of the Virgin is taken from behind the Human History Museum in Zion National Park.
Clear skies interchange with dark thunderclouds, wind and rain. This was taken on a clear day while out and about on the trails.
Erosion looks so good on trees and rocks; enough said.
My favorite swimming hole in Zion; it appears to be getting smaller as a huge deposit of sand has accumulated near the edges.
Up a little further from the waterhole is a second waterhole with a small waterfall pouring into it. This is where I went swimming today; nobody else was there, just me and the dragonflies which occasionally came over to kiss me.
The Watchman stands guard day and night,
beautifully framed in a field of yellow.
While sorting through my emotional issues, I took a hike up to Hidden Canyon. The Great White Throne is the white mountain in the background, reminding me that God is here, watching over me and keeping me safe.
On my way up to Hidden Canyon, I had to bypass this tarantula, but grab on to the chain at the same time; quite a feat.
The Towers of the Virgin as viewed from the
Pairus trail. Each day I hike this trail through the Zion wilderness; a time to absorb the beauty and spend time in quiet contemplation.
The Virgin River; I found this special spot away from the crowds and sat down to enjoy. I dipped my feet in the mountain stream and certainly was baptized in its foam!
One of the arches in Zion, way at the back of Hidden Canyon. Many people pass by the arch without even seeing it; a good lesson to keep your eyes open and observe your surroundings.
Maple leaves were falling all over the place; this one landed on the side of the cliff.
In order to reach the back of Hidden Canyon, you have to climb over this boulder, which I did, walk along the sandy bottom, climb over tree trunks, scale rocks and generally have an all around good time.
Zion National Park; truly a haven of safety and peace. As I was coming back from town one evening, I caught the moon rising over the mountains.
One morning I was eating breakfast and looked up and saw clouds hovering in the mountains. I jumped in my car and drove outside the campground and snapped this photo.
During my stay, rain, thunder and lightening continually fill the sky. Wispy clouds play games with the mountains and keep me spellbound with their frail beauty. This view of the Towers of the Virgin is taken from behind the Human History Museum in Zion National Park.
Clear skies interchange with dark thunderclouds, wind and rain. This was taken on a clear day while out and about on the trails.
Erosion looks so good on trees and rocks; enough said.
My favorite swimming hole in Zion; it appears to be getting smaller as a huge deposit of sand has accumulated near the edges.
Up a little further from the waterhole is a second waterhole with a small waterfall pouring into it. This is where I went swimming today; nobody else was there, just me and the dragonflies which occasionally came over to kiss me.
The Watchman stands guard day and night, beautifully framed in a field of yellow.
While sorting through my emotional issues, I took a hike up to Hidden Canyon. The Great White Throne is the white mountain in the background, reminding me that God is here, watching over me and keeping me safe.
On my way up to Hidden Canyon, I had to bypass this tarantula, but grab on to the chain at the same time; quite a feat.
The Towers of the Virgin as viewed from the Pairus trail. Each day I hike this trail through the Zion wilderness; a time to absorb the beauty and spend time in quiet contemplation.
The Virgin River; I found this special spot away from the crowds and sat down to enjoy. I dipped my feet in the mountain stream and certainly was baptized in its foam!
One of the arches in Zion, way at the back of Hidden Canyon. Many people pass by the arch without even seeing it; a good lesson to keep your eyes open and observe your surroundings.
Maple leaves were falling all over the place; this one landed on the side of the cliff.
In order to reach the back of Hidden Canyon, you have to climb over this boulder, which I did, walk along the sandy bottom, climb over tree trunks, scale rocks and generally have an all around good time.