Day 3 – May 7 – 6:25 a.m.
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People kept talking about the spectacular color changes that hoodoos undergo at sunrise and sunset, so Maris and I decided we should check it out early on Day 3. Figuring we’d be stumbling through one of the darkest places in the U.S., we went to the general store to buy a flashlight.
They had some adorable little ones in pretty colors at the checkout counter, and I asked the Dude behind the register if they cast enough light to get us to Sunrise Point in the morning.
“That depends,” he said. “Will you be drunk at the time?”
“No.”
“Moonlight should be enough, then. The sober mind is a powerful thing.”
We chatted with the Dude a bit more about our trip, and he recommended that we spend more time at Zion and less at Bryce.
“I shouldn’t be putting down Bryce since I work here,” he said. “But Zion is epic.”
We laughed about the Dude’s aphorisms for the rest of the trip, but he proved right on both points. We didn’t need a flashlight to find our way to the amphitheater, and Zion was epic. Righteous, in fact.
On the other hand, if we’d had a little more coffee before we left, we might have ended up at the overlook at Sunrise—rather than Sunset—Point.
Oops.
