We woke up early Sunday morning to drive into Zion. From the east entrance we were a good 20 minutes from the visitor center and we had that tunnel to deal with. Because of our size we had to pay an extra fee to drive through, and the rangers would change the tunnel to one way only so we could drive down the middle. I think it basically was a one way drive all day, but only the larger vehicles had to pay the fee. The rangers arrive at 8am, so we made sure we were there at that time. Thankfully we made it and were able to get one of the last 3-4 parking spots left for RVs.
Zion is another park that only runs shuttles in the summer. We chose two hikes we wanted to do that day and got off at the first stop to visit Weeping Rock. This was a short hike to a beautiful spot. This little one was so excited to stand under the dripping rocks.
I wish we could have taken a better picture, but we just couldn't get the lighting right between the bright sun and dimmer overhang we were at.
This is what it looked like behind us.
Always thinking about food. So hungry and thirsty after 30 minutes in the park!
Our next hike was more like a beautiful stroll. Zion was one of my favorite parks, and I think it had something to do with reminding me of home. There were definitely some huge rocks, but at this park we were at the bottom instead of looking down into the canyons. There was also more greenery and less desert sand.
We followed the sound of falling water to this beautiful little spot.
Macy just loves sitting and watching the water. She probably would have been happy to stay here all morning.
I love traveling with my little family!
These little guys were everywhere and they were very bold. They were clearly used to people feeding them. The girls loved getting so close to them and I had to keep reminding them not to touch or they will bite.
This one surprised my mom by putting its front paws on her leg while she was eating. Crazy!
This was such a peaceful walk winding by this river.
All too soon we had to leave Zion and travel to Lake Powell in Arizona. We had a reservation for a boat ride through the canyon walls. This was a fun little adventure with a different perspective. This trip it was very clear how small you really are in this world when you are up against such massive landforms.
The colors were so different in this sandstone. Around every bend you would see differences. Some had more orange, others more cream or brown. There were clear lines for the layers of sand, but some were more defined than others.
After a relaxing change of pace we began the drive to our final park on this leg of the trip -
the Grand Canyon.








































































