Yesterday I met up with Vanessa in Las Vegas and drove to the tiny town of Springdale, Utah, which sits at the entrance to Zion national park. This morning we set our alarms for o-dark-middle-of-the-night so that we could be on the first shuttle into the park and among the first people to head into the famous Narrows trail.
It was super cool. The “trail” is basically the river, and you just walk for miles up the narrowest canyon you’ve seen, with your feet in the water and sheer cliffs rising hundreds of feet on both sides.
We had rented some fancy river-hiking boots with neoprene socks, and some stout sticks to help us navigate the rapids. And it was surprisingly comfortable. After the initial shock of cold water, our feet warmed up and we felt fine the whole time.
The canyon was magical on our way up, when we essentially had it to ourselves. By the time we made it back downstream toward the trailhead the hordes of other hikers had arrived and it was a madhouse.
After pulling ourselves out of the neoprene and fortifying ourselves at a nearby diner, we headed back into the park to a canyon overlook trail that led us to sweeping views of the canyon.
Then it was back to civilisation for a shower, dinner, and early to bed. Vanessa’s step-counter says we did just shy of 11 miles, so we’ve earned a few hours of the restful!