I'll Miss You More Than You'll Miss Me

The road out of Zion cuts a jagged, washed out line over the sheer face of the mountains. In the loose gravel Dee Dee goes rubber up in a cloud of dirt. Somehow I emerge from the wipeout upright, my virgin knees and palms never hit the ground. Looking at the map, the deep switchbacks pile up so tightly that I start to wonder why they didn't just cut a hole through the mountain. Turns out they did. We sped dangerously through the Zion-Mt. Carmel Tunnel, a 1.06 mile breach through the earth, and came out the other end destined for Bryce Canyon National Park.

In Bryce we took a quick peek at the famous Hoodoo's before arguing ourselves to sleep about bears in the icy campground. By morning we'd forgotten about the nonexistant bears, but the frigid night had sapped Justin's battery. Thanks to the helpful park staff we got a jump and saw the hoodoo's with rested eyes. We finally found a park as weird as us.