Arches over the vales of the free,
Where the pure breezes blow and the clear streamlets flow,
How I’ve longed to your bosom to flee!
O Zion! dear Zion!
We had a great day in Zion on Friday. We took the shuttle up to Weeping Rock and hiked up, up, up to Hidden Canyon. I attempted this hike when Rob and I were newlyweds, but having inherited my Dad's fear of heights and didn't make it. This time I did. It was a bit scary with kids, and I wish I had gotten pictures at the end of the trail but I was clinging to the chain with both hands. In the end it wasn't too bad, but I won't be attempting Angel's Landing. Ever.
In the parking lot, eating some cookies, pre-hike:
The trailhead:

The view across the canyon to Angel's Landing.




This photo is dedicated to Dickie who may have a heart attack
just looking at it:

You can see the crazy trail on the right of the pic, with the chain.
Kind of scary to watch the kids. I opted not to, it made it much easier:



Beautiful wind carved sandstone:



An attempt to capture the magnitude of the cliffs:

De-sanding our shoes before the descent:

Rob wins the gold medal for carrying Gocho:

Temple of Sinawava:





















