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by Lorraine Storms

Awww, how dear.  I mean deer.

Yes, we are directly at the base of the mountain.

It was supposed to look like this. Photo credit: http://turville-photo.com/Resources/EmeraldPoolMini.jpg?55

Continue reading Day 7

Hot Stuff
posted: 29 July 2015


As if driving through the Utah landscape wasn’t torture enough, we faced another scorching day.  Leaving Bryce, we found the first place to shower since we’d left Missouri and I swore I heard a heavenly choir when I stepped into that shower stall.  Or perhaps that was me.  The bathroom was empty and everyone knows showers have great acoustics…

After showering and doing a quick load of laundry, we headed to the road and to Zion National Park.  Talk about a phenomenal park entrance!  Zion has an incredible road that travels straight through the mountain for 1.1 miles.  The tunnel is exceptionally dark and it is, hands down, a million times cooler experience than driving the Lincoln Tunnel.  Oh, right. The Lincoln Tunnel isn’t really that cool (at least if you’ve been in it a few dozen times).  Plus, if you’re really daring, you can park your car near the entrance of this tunnel and walk through it.  That’s right.  There’s a walkway!  And a “secret” window about halfway through that takes you to a lookout point - only viewable by foot.  Nate and I said we were definitely going to do it, but time got away from us and we ended up missing that opportunity.

It was amazing to me that the views in Zion were so drastically different from those in Bryce Canyon just a few hours’ drive northeast.  Everything in Zion was bigger, more solid, and yes, still breathtaking.  The biggest shock, perhaps, came when we reached our campsite at Watchman Campground to find that it was 100% in direct sun, there was no shade in sight, it was 2 pm, 104 degrees, and the sun wasn’t due to set for another 6 hours at least.

Oh, and of all of the campgrounds I’d booked for this trip, it was the only one I’d managed to secure that was a walk-in site, meaning that we had to carry everything from our car in the parking lot to our campsite about 50 yards away.  That doesn’t sound too awful until you start to do it in 104 degree heat and direct sunlight.  It didn’t seem to matter how much water I consumed, I was sweating it out as fast as I could put it in.  So much for that shower this morning.

We dragged our picnic table off the camp pad and next to the only tree around (which didn’t provide much shade, either) and watched a couple of fawns in the brush behind us as they warily kept an eye on us, trying to figure out whether they should continue foraging or take off in our presence.  The temperatures didn’t seem to bother them in the least. I wished I had their outlook.

The heat didn’t do much for our nerves either.  Nate was instantly annoyed with me for having booked such a site, even if our view was of The Watchman (photo to the right).

And I felt horribly guilty as if I should somehow have known that the weather would

be so unbearably and unseasonably (for the time of year, anyway) hot.  Somehow, we

managed not to bite each other’s heads off and decided that putting up the tent was

out of the question. Instead, we headed to catch the shuttle bus through the park to

hike the Emerald Pools.  (Just like my spreadsheet said: 6/25/15 Zion, Hike Emerald

Pools 1-4 pm.)  I was in no mood to hike, but it seemed to be the only place where we

might find some shade.  And though spending hours in the gift shop was an option, I’m

not much of a “crowd” person and the gift shop really wasn’t that big.

Thankfully, once we joined the trail, temperatures immediately dropped in the shade

and, though we were still sweating, it was no longer intolerably uncomfortable.  We

reach the Lower Pool after about an hour or so (it was a slow hike), and were surprised

by how empty it seemed.  Where was my gleaming pool that I was itching to

photograph?  It was supposed to look like this:

                                                                                    It was underwhelming to say the least…but oh, right, there’s that little thing called

                                                                                    evaporation that happens when it’s hotter than hell out.  What I didn’t realize before coming

                                                                                    to Zion was that what I actually wanted to see and believed I would see at the Emerald

                                                                                    Pools was this:

















Oh, I’d seen the photos and I couldn’t wait to see it in person.  But, I didn’t do enough research into where exactly these particular Emerald Pools were located.  These bad boys aren’t on the Emerald Pool trail at all.  They’re on the Subway.  That’s right.  The Subway.  (Because that’s just where gorgeous, natural, emerald-colored pools always are, right?)  A 9.5 mile hike requiring 7 hours, rappelling skills, and one of 80 permits issued by the park per day - none of which I had.  Well then.

But no disappointment lasts long in any national park.  Our trail back led us to these cuties:














                                                                                                     




One thing we noticed in Zion, and even in the previous parks before, was that wildlife didn’t seem to be intimidated by humans at all.  Sure, if you got too close, they’d take off, but most of the time you could walk right by and you’d get an ear flick or a tail swish as acknowledgement.  It was like living in a Disney film.  (I wonder what would have happened if I’d broken out in song…  Ah, well.  Too damn hot to try.)

When we reach our campground again, the site was still blazing hot.  Dinner?  You bet - someplace air conditioned, please.  We ended up stopping at Flanigan’s Spotted Dog Cafe just outside the park.  Once inside, the decor indicated that perhaps we were a bit underdressed (and undoubtedly wearing more sweat stains than necessary), but other patrons were similarly dressed and the hostess greeted us warmly.  The menu looked fabulous and made me believe that this restaurant was really quite out of place.  But, thank goodness.  Air conditioning AND real food!  It’s a minor miracle.  For Nate - filet mignon.  For me - pasta “purses” - homemade ravioli made from pear and ricotta and quite out of this world.  If I ever end up on death-row (for a crime I didn’t commit, naturally), please note that I choose pasta purses from Flanigan’s to be my final meal.  The view from our table (in the air conditioned cafe - did I mention that it was air conditioned?) was nothing short of spectacular.

By the time we left the cafe, the sun was near setting, but not down yet.

I came up with the brilliant idea of — shopping!  Off we went for a few

necessities, a few souvenirs, and by the time we returned to the camp-

ground, the sun was finally off the site.  Oh, but it wasn’t so simple.


Once we had the tent set up, the sand continued to bake us through the

floor of the tent and the insulating layers we used as cushioning all

night long.  It was like sleeping on an electric blanket set to high heat.

Great in the wintertime.  Not so great when all you want to do is cool off!












Regardless we finally managed to get some rest…

…Until about 2 am.  Ridiculous wind gusts we never could have imagined made the windows of the tent (which had remained open for air flow in our little oven) flap like an entire flock of birds.  Raging nylon from every direction!  We managed to secure everything down quickly and settle in again.

But now my mind was awake and turning.  “I wonder what the sky looks like right now…”  Finally, I gave in to the impulse, set up the camera and unzipped the tent.

Wow.  Glad I did.


So, sometimes, my friends, when the wind wakes you up in the middle of the night, there’s a reason.  You just have to figure it out.  (This same reasoning does not apply to infants and toddlers, by the way.  There is no way to figure that out.  Ever.)

Yep, hot stuff alright.  Definitely visit Zion National Park.  In the spring.  Or the fall.  Or good God, any season but summer.

Now, that's emerald! Photo credit: http://www.harrylichtman.com/imgs/gallery/17160/17160_9190466484ee17517119ea.jpg

And I did manage to get at least one nice shot.

Where are my Emerald Pools?  Photo Credit: http://zuzog.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/80ec1fffa646c411111fe84b1d457da1.jpg

Hello, my name is Lorraine and I cannot get away from anything dog-related.  Why try?

View from inside our humble abode.

No, not that Zion.