#2: It's a hell of a place to lose a cow
From Zion, we climbed a few thousand feet into the relative coolth (yes, coolth) of magical Bryce Canyon. Bryce is famous for it's pink-coral-red hoodoos. We set up camp among towering pine trees, and took a sunset walk with a Ranger to admire Bryce canyon's beauty.
Crows rule the skies above the canyon:
The coral-pink-red spires at Bryce are called hoodoos. The legend among the Ancestral Puebloans was that the canyon was once a village. A wily coyote took a dislike to the people, thinking they were evil (our ranger suggested that maybe their sin was that they planted non-native plants...) The coyote called a town meeting, and the villagers painted their faces in the traditional red to attend... only to be turned into stone by the coyote. The Puebloans thought the spires looked like petrified rock people. Years later, the rocks were named 'hoodoos' (aka 'voodoos', referring to the hex which was put on them).
The canyon was named after an early Mormon Settler to the area, Ebenezer Bryce, whose wry comment on his picturesque 'back-yard' was "It's a hell of a place to lose a cow"...
This is the 'gentle slope' we climbed down into the canyon:
Bryce is gorgeous: not only can you admire every color of light as the day changes (especially at sunrise!), but you can hike down into the canyon and explore the rocks close up. At night the beauty changes: the rocks become spooky shadows, and the night sky opened up to reveal millions of stars. We spent hours lying on the edge of the canyon counting satellites and shooting stars, listening to the wind rustle through the juniper pines.
Just before sunrise:
20 minutes later:
Cool coral-coloured rocks:
*Sigh* Apart from 2 torrential nose bleeds (altitude + pregnancy = a Rocky Balboa nose?), we had a near perfect stay at Bryce.
Crows rule the skies above the canyon:
The coral-pink-red spires at Bryce are called hoodoos. The legend among the Ancestral Puebloans was that the canyon was once a village. A wily coyote took a dislike to the people, thinking they were evil (our ranger suggested that maybe their sin was that they planted non-native plants...) The coyote called a town meeting, and the villagers painted their faces in the traditional red to attend... only to be turned into stone by the coyote. The Puebloans thought the spires looked like petrified rock people. Years later, the rocks were named 'hoodoos' (aka 'voodoos', referring to the hex which was put on them).
The canyon was named after an early Mormon Settler to the area, Ebenezer Bryce, whose wry comment on his picturesque 'back-yard' was "It's a hell of a place to lose a cow"...
This is the 'gentle slope' we climbed down into the canyon:
Bryce is gorgeous: not only can you admire every color of light as the day changes (especially at sunrise!), but you can hike down into the canyon and explore the rocks close up. At night the beauty changes: the rocks become spooky shadows, and the night sky opened up to reveal millions of stars. We spent hours lying on the edge of the canyon counting satellites and shooting stars, listening to the wind rustle through the juniper pines.
Just before sunrise:
20 minutes later:
Cool coral-coloured rocks:
*Sigh* Apart from 2 torrential nose bleeds (altitude + pregnancy = a Rocky Balboa nose?), we had a near perfect stay at Bryce.
posted by Bronwyn at 6:47 am
2 Comments:
Cool! BTW, I saw a female triathlon athlete from Australia with first name "Pip"!!! No joke!!! You can still name your child Pip if you like!
Nice to have you back, safe and sound. NICE Bump! Looks like an awesome place to go.
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