After an evening trip back out to St. George to have an infected finger dealt with (there is a little clinic in Springdale, just outside the park, where an incredibly nice NP offers a great deal of help. In my case, her help was "That looks nasty. You should go down to the ER, because I am not equipped to deal with it."), we took an early start next morning for best conditions. Second Son left camp about 6:20 a.m. to climb Angel's Landing. I rode my bike up the canyon to the Weeping Wall trailhead, and, with some help from my spouse, did a great hike.
Biking up the river in the morning not as early as I'd meant to be, the red walls, blue sky and green cottonwood trees are a striking combo.
|Green cottonwoods against the red desert varnish of the canyon walls.|
|Chipmunk, nibbling on what I hope was a seed, not someone's leftovers.|
|Cutting deep into canyons makes for cool shady bits.|
|If you ever wonder about the power of water, think about things like this.|
|Paintbrush clinging to the wall above the trail.|
|Looking down the Virgin River canyon. Down on the middle-left you can see one large switchback of the trail leading up.|
|Sandstone layers are visible all over Zion.|
©Rebecca M. Douglass, 2015