After leaving The Grand Canyon and passing through Zion to get to the place we would be spending the next 3 nights in the lovely and utterly charming town of Springdale (more on that later), we woke up somewhat early Tuesday morning, had breakfast at Wildcat Willies (more on that later as well) and headed towards Bryce Canyon.
I guess as a quick aside, I should mention that this trip took place at the beginning of last month and while here in Texas March is pretty much the transition to Spring from whatever weird kind of Winter we had, in other less odd states, March is still somewhat on the Winter end of the spectrum when it comes to weather. It would perhaps have been good for me to remember this but then again if the rest of this trip has been any indication, I literally plan nothing so, what can you expect? This is also the reason I ended up at Bryce Canyon in really inadequate Vans that had literally zero traction and therefore couldn’t really do any of the trails that were still covered in ice at the most inopportune of places. Not that I didn’t try, after walking most of the Rim Trail me and boyfriend came across the Queen’s Garden Trail sign and well, of course I had to see if it was doable, even in my at this point utterly-covered-in-mud-vans. It is a straight up miracle that I didn’t fall on my butt heading down that trail, and while the boyfriend was actually surprisingly optimistic about our chances, I was the realistic one and had us turn back before someone got seriously hurt. Who says I can’t be responsible?
We walked the muddy and at times icy Rim Trail from Sunset Point to Fairyland Point and it was honestly more amazing that I had been expecting. With the Grand Canyon, I had certain expectations going in and while they where all met and at times exceeded, with Bryce it was completely different. I had decided to visit Bryce because I had mistakenly googled Bryce Canyon instead of Carlsbad Caverns (don’t….just don’t ask how I messed that up so badly, even I don’t know) and after seeing photos of the red rock formations called of all things, “hoodoos”, I had bugged the ever living life out of the boyfriend until he agreed to add it to the roadtrip itinerary. His face when we crested the first overlook and gazed out at the startlingly orange formations was priceless, as were his first words, “holy crap, this is really cool!”.
We drove to the rest of the viewpoints which were amazing and which i’ll cover in the next post, but I will say this was the most enjoyable part of the visit to Bryce, just walking around the rim of the Amphitheater and while visiting here continued the tradition I picked up at the Grand Canyon of random tourists asking me to take their photo (and I still can’t figure out why no one ever approached the boyfriend for this) I can say I still didn’t mind it and we even had a lovely woman come across us taking a selfie at Sunrise point and offer to take our photo so, fairs fair.