From Yellowstone National Park I headed south to another of
our country’s most beautiful places: the incredible canyons and deserts that
stretch along the border of southern Utah and northern Arizona. I began with a drive through Zion National
Park. No visit to Zion would be complete
without a stop to photograph my favorite tree, a lone pine that grows sideways
from a rugged mound of bright orange sandstone. It has changed very little over the years.
After a quick walk around Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park I
spent the night in Kanab, Utah, and woke up early the next morning to participate
in The Wave lottery. The Wave is a
strikingly photogenic rock formation in the Paria Canyon-Vermilion Cliffs
Wilderness, and the Bureau of Land Management protects it by limiting the
number of hikers who are allowed to visit each day. Ten individual permits are awarded over the
Internet several months in advance, and an additional ten permits are
awarded through a lottery held at the BLM office (just off Highway 89 between
Kanab, Utah and Page, Arizona).
Anyone who wants to participate in The Wave lottery at the
BLM office needs to arrive in person by 9am and compete with a surprisingly
large crowd. On my first morning I was
up against 59 other people. The BLM
agent gave each of us a number and used a bingo-style tumbler to choose the 10
lucky winners. I lost. And I lost again the next morning, when 68
people showed up.
I worked off my Wave frustration with visits to Horseshoe
Bend and Lower Antelope Canyon.
Horseshoe Bend is a dramatic curve in the Colorado River, and Antelope
Canyon is a frequently-photographed slot canyon. Both are just outside of Page, Arizona. Scattered thunderstorms were passing through
the area, and a large part of Lower Antelope Canyon had been closed by flash
floods. I hoped to visit again the next
day, but nonstop rain (and, at one point, marble-sized hail) made for a
complete washout.
Seeking sunnier skies, I drove back west to Kanarra Creek, a
slot canyon just outside of Zion National Park.
Photos really can’t capture the experience of hiking through a slot canyon.
The towering rock walls, sculpted and
smooth from countless years of erosion, glow orange, yellow and red from
reflected sunlight, and in many places the walls are so narrow that you have to
hike in creek itself, your feet numb from the ice-cold water. Kanarra Creek was truly amazing, a smaller
but 98%-less-crowded version of Zion’s famous Narrows.













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