Zion National Park

Taken from Angel's Landing

November 26, 2013

I woke up early and hit the road. It takes about 5 hours to drive from Moab to Zion National Park. This is without the pit stops, including pulling over at the only food in miles just after a team bus stopped to order. It was either wait, or have another round of canned chili. Nothing against the canned chili, but I waited.

The road I was driving was the same one I took back in September. That took longer to sink in than you would expect, preceded by the "This looks really familiar" feeling. The main difference between the two trips down I-70 was the temperature. It was fairly chilly this time around.

I arrived around 3pm that night and was surprised at how drastic the temperature changed once in the canyon. It went from the mid 40's to upper 60's. I had to take off my sweatshirt and swap for my jacket.

The river responsible for the canyon. I went from ice to this in 5 hours!

I was really impressed by all the greenery in the canyon during late November. I can only imagine that during the summer this looks like paradise. The other astonishing thing was the amount of people here! It was absolutely packed. During the prime months and weekends throughout the year they require people to take the bus. The only place that had more visitors during my trip was the Grand Canyon.

The pictures above show the sunset in the canyon. It was so cool! You saw the shadows stretch on through the length of the canyon, but the peaks began to glow bright yellows and oranges.

That night I made my way to the campsite. With so many people, which I was in no way expecting, I thought I was going to be screwed into an expensive night at a local motel. I was lucky, and they had openings at two separate sites for the nights I wanted. Victory! I even got to have a nice little fire while I started listening to Game of Thrones (super good!).

Fire, how can you be so awesome!

Because it was so warm during the day, I wasn't expecting the temperature to drop so quickly after the sun had set. I switched back to my sweatshirt and inched closer to the fire. This worked out well until I ran out of things to burn and retreated to my warm sleeping bag.

Overnight, the temperature plummeted and I was greeted by the familiar feeling of wanting to stay in my warm cocoon rather than get up to make some coffee. Now, until this point I hadn't really made coffee during the trip. Today with it being so cold, I wanted some nice warm coffee. I started to heat the water over my little propane stove. In addition to it being 33 degrees outside, the wind was blowing. My little propane stove could not compete with the wind wicking every hard earned degree added to my coffee pot. In the end, I gave up, added some instant coffee to 80 degree water and had myself a nice big pot of sad brown water (or sadness Joe, if you will). Off to a good start today.

Another little fun task was moving my tent from one site to another. Instead of taking my tent all the way down then reassembling it at the new site, I just unstaked it and carried it down the road. I could tell that the other campers thought I was hot shit and was getting looks of admiration for my cunning! With my campsite readjusted, I set off for the Emerald Pools and Angel's Landing.

The Emerald Pools are formed by waterfalls along different levels of rock. There are two smaller ones (in the lower pools) and a big one (the upper pool). The pools allow for a lot of animal and plant diversity that wouldn't be possible in the area due to water scarcity.

Waterfall that feeds one of the lower pools. Not terribly active at the moment.

Bigger pool in the lower pools.

The upper pool. Taken from a giant bolder I was relaxing on until it sapped all the warmth from my butt.

Looking straight up from my boulder seat.

After talking to another group up that was braving the boulders, I made my way back to my car. I was planning on moving it closer to the trail for Angel's Landing, but there were zero parking spots available. I drove my vehicle to the next closest spot which was probably a half mile down the road on the opposite side of the river. After having my car broken into, this nearly made me turn back...

My blue car. Please don't get broken into again!

The path up to Angel's Landing is a beast. The first half of it is called the West Rim Trail. It takes you up the side of a cliff before taking you back away from the main canyon. It is a pretty dramatic shift in the sounds as you had away from the main canyon. All the sudden, you really notice how quiet it has become. It is comforting, and a little eerie.

You only notice the sound when it is taken away.

After you go a little ways back, you begin what I call the switchbacks from hell. They are hard when you go up them, and by the time you try and make your way back your legs are exhausted and it hurts to walk down.

Almost as evil as stairs. Almost.

After you have passed hells switchbacks, you come to a nice little landing. This is the safe rest point of the trail. From this point onward, you will be walking out onto this finger cliff that reaches out into the main canyon. There is a drop on either side of you, and you hold onto chains so you don't fall. There is also only one path for both coming and going, meaning you climb over people. If you are afraid of heights, do not, DO NOT, do this part. You will scare the crap out of yourself, or worse. If you can handle it, however, the views are worth it!

This is the path out there. The first leg anyway.

You are crazy high up.

More of the path.

Crappy phone camera didn't do too bad.

Not too bad at all.

Did I stress how beautiful this is?

Maybe I did.

Doesn't hurt to reinforce it...

After that days hikes, I was wiped out. I had hiked somewhere around 7 miles with 1700 feet of elevation change. I decided I would walk into town and have a beer from the local brewery (only so-so), make another fire, then get to bed.

The last day I woke up, tore down my campsite, and made my way to the last hike before moving towards my next stop.

I wanted to do Hidden Canyon trail the prior day, got about 3 minutes into it, and my body said " NOPE!". So I was determined to complete it before I left. I am really glad I did.

Taken just before entering the Hidden Canyon trail.

Looking at the main canyon from the trail.

Standing water from the last storm. I think the trail may be a river bed when it rains.

Little arch at the end of the trail.

I made my way back to my car to leave the park. There are two halves of the park, connected by a tunnel blasted through the rock. I did a few short hikes (much shorter on this half of the park) before heading out.

Much bigger arch.

Looking back on the road up to the tunnel.

Crack formed by the river on the east side of the tunnel. I don't think there is an official trail down there, but I heard people hiking it.

This side of the park looks very different than inside the canyon.

This is one of my favorite stops of my trip. I am definitely coming back here for another visit!

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