Day 10- Zion

So we headed out of Fredonia, Az. and did a short (60 or so miles) ride up to Zion N.P. in Utah. I think that out of all the natl. parks I've visited, Zion is my favorite. The scenery, lack of cars (you take a great shuttle bus inside the park), the critters, and most of all the hike up the virgin river. You hike a riverside trail about a mile, then swap hiking boots for Tevas and jump in the ankle to waist deep COLD river and hike upstream. The walls get closer together, the crowds thin out, and you realize you're someplace special. Then you have to take goofy pics in the freezing water. hank says we look like those macacque monkeys in the hot springs in China.
When we got back to town, we found that all the power was out in SW Utah. When it came back on several hours later, no restaurants were open, but the local grocery store was. We (along with all the other savvy tourists) loaded up on sandwich fixin's and other goodies and had quite the picnic at the motel room.
At this point, we realized that the next door neighbors had a very cool rock formation in their backyard, so we went over to check it out. They weren't home, so we explored to our hearts content, then hit the hay, knowing we had a long day ahead of us.
Oh, yeah- the squirrels in Zion let you pet them IF you have mad squirrel whispering skillz.
Thanks for reading.