Without Bob’s help it seemed like it took twice as long to pack up this morning. I also realized that I am completely entrusted to Rebecca’s map reading skills as we do not have the GPS to direct us. (I figured this out after missing a turn and we ended up on a dead end street just out of Provo.)
Our first stop today was at a clothing store outlet where we often find things for Rebecca. We usually shop on line but since we were going so close Rebecca thought she deserved at least one shopping opportunity. We pulled up to the store three minutes before opening and found the door open so we walked on in. After a couple minutes the clerk showed up clearly startled that we were inside. I thought maybe we had the time wrong, but we didn’t. Rebecca did get to try on a few swimsuits and found one that she liked even though we never saw another clerk in the showroom…until we were ready to pay. Like many retailers today, they were very short on customer service.
We wound our way down the old road until we reached Bryce National Park. Have you been there? It is such a unique place. I always think the colorful stone pillars left from eroding winds would be the perfect setting for a movie about the planet Vulcan. It is very alien. But beautiful. There are some good looking hiking trails down into the valley making yet another ideal place to come camp for a week and explore.
Not far down the road is another of Utah’s national parks, Zion. Crazy rock formations and strikingly beautiful…yet completely from Bryce. The park ends in the valley of the Virgin River and has a climate similar to Phoenix…that is to say, hot. There were signs all over warning people about the heat, telling them to take shade and drink lots of water so we figured there’d be plenty of camping spots open. We figured wrong and ended up in St. George.
Before I finish for tonight I have to tell you about Matthew. A while back I picked up one of the National Park travel books for him. I have seen them before but never thought he’d be interested then when we were at the museum in Whitehorse the guide gave him a similar travel book for the Yukon Territory. It looks like a passport and you can stamp it at key locations. Matthew found this to bea great treasure and kept getting it out to review. So when we saw them at Glacier Park I talked to the ranger about getting him one and she told me how popular these were with travelers and how fastidious some were about getting them stamped and buying the stickers, etc. I didn’t really think Matthew would care so much but expected he would like to look through it. Well, I was wrong. At each visitor center he leapt out of the truck, travel book in hand, ready to be stamped. Just as he did when we got to the visitor’s center at Zion… five minutes after they closed.
Poor Matthew. What a sad, sad face he had. And the worst thing was, by then I knew the campsites were full so we weren’t coming back in the morning. I thought it was going to be a long ride until I figured out a solution. Unlike most travelers, Matthew wasn’t worried about the stamp. He just wanted it to be marked and who better than a real live forest ranger? I told the kids to jump in the truck, that I had a plan and we started looking for a ranger. The first one we found was at the entrance and he politely explained that the stamps were at the visitor’s center. I explained that I needed a really big favor and he was so willing to help it brought tears to my eyes. He took his time, wrote his name Ranger Mahoney, the date, the park, etc. All the while cars were backing up waiting to enter the park. But best of all was the look on Matthew’s face. Here, Rebecca caught him with her camera: